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Knock Knock. Who’s There? No, Seriously, Who’s Knocking?


So I was in the studio early this morning, and being that it was 4am, I was all alone. Which is why my heart skipped a beat when I heard a knocking noise. My first thought: Maybe it’s one of my coworkers who showed up super early for work. So I check the front doors. Nobody.

That’s when I realized I never locked the door behind me when I came in. Uh oh, is someone else in the building now? My paranoia level instantly skyrocketed. In a rush of confusion and fear, I grabbed the first object that I could consider worthy of helping me defend myself. The solution: a pen.

What worried me more then the possibility of a stranger in the building was the bigger uncertainty at hand, what am I going to do with this pen?

Luckily, I didn’t have to answer that question, because after a fearful tour of the studio, I glanced out the window and found the source of the knocking sound. Someone was throwing garbage in the dumpster behind our building, and was hitting the trashcan on the dumpster to make sure he got it all.

Crisis averted. Next time I’m in the studio alone at night, I’m locking the door.

Me and my weapon of choice
Me and my weapon of choice


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