[There is a knock on the door]
FREE SPIRIT: Who is it?
LANDLORD: The landlord. Um, listen, could you not throw flaming trash off the terrace?
FREE SPIRIT: But we were celebrating life and love.
LANDLORD: Yeah, well, someone has to clean up your "celebration." Namely me. Celebrate inside. And not by running up the beams and doing flips. Which by the way, I can hear you doing all night.
FREE SPIRIT: Oh. Sorry.
LANDLORD: While I got you, you realize you haven't paid your rent in a year. Do you know how many minutes that is?
Friday, November 25, 2005
at 9:35 AM