2:30 a.m. on a Monday

When living across the street from an undergraduate frat house, waking up to police and firetruck sirens is more common than one might think. It's turned into a game, really.... Which drunk bro burnt the pizza this time? Who was smoking their "medical" marijuana too close to the smoke alarm? Etc. Let's just say the firemen look less and less enthused on each return visit.

View from my bedroom window.