so here's a little rant/story about how might night just took a little shit on me. So home for summer from the ole college and the parents are on a cruise in alaska for 2 weeks so pretty sweet just me and the dog. its 2 am here and i realize tomorrow is garbage day and no way am i going to wake up in time to catch the garbage man so i go down and round up a shit load of cans and crap cuz i had a 2 barrel last night that was pretty raging/claim. go outside through my garage and put the shit by the street and come back to go inside to get more garbage but the door is fucking locked. We never lock the handle part of the door only the dead bolts so some moron must have been fucking with it trying to get outside last night at the party and locked the door handle. So im locked outside since i locked all my other doors before going up to bed, standing in my driveway shirtless and shoeless with no keys and no phone. This is fucking awesome with all the mosquitoes as well. Thought about going to a neighbors to call a lock smith or whatever but i mean its 2 am on a sunday and they probably werent all that happy with me already being loud as shit last night. So i pondered for a while and ended up busting the handle off with a hammer and turning something inside it with a pliers and now i have to fix this motherfucker sometime this week. Pretty lame but i dont know what else i could have done. Oh well