Imagine it's 4am and someone is non-stop trying to break into your house. You're asleep, they're drunk and insistant that their friend lives there. Eventually they wander off, sleep it off, and sober up.
The next morning, you find this note:
I’m the guy who was relentlessly (and very drunkenly) trying to get into your house last night.
It turns out Danderson’s place was upstairs. I hope it doesn’t reflect poorly on him that he has such an a*****le friend such as myself.
Anyway, I sincerely apologize for waking you up and being so disorderly in the middle of the night. Please accept this six pack of average tasting beer as a token of my appreciation.
Take care, Cliff
P.S. I walked like 8km to some random girl’s house after all that. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.