Having just fallen asleep at roughly 5:30am due to a horrible case of insomnia caused by who knows what, I was able to rest my gentle eyes for about 3 and a half hours. I heard a noise and I thought I was dreaming. It sounded like someone was making sick beats my tapping on the floor or wall. I would later discover that this was not the case.

Raising from the dead still in my jeans I wore the day previous, I walked around to close in on the sound keeping me awake. I walked over to the bathroom, delirious, and feel water dripping on me.

"Holy fuck!" I said. Finding the closest shirt, which was the one I also wore yesterday, I ran upstairs to see if someone had slit their wrists and decided to finish it off my filling the bath tub with water and drowning themselves. This was also not the case. As I approached a door, a man, walked out and said "DUDE YOU'RE PROBABLY GOING TO HAVE SOME LEAKING SOON!" Right at that moment we watched as his ceiling came down.

"Holy fuck!" I thought.

I rushed down to my apartment only to see water literally pouring from the ceiling and all the paint falling onto my floor and on everything in it's path.

Apparently a pipe two floors above me had burst and the person in the apartment didn't know how to turn it off.

With that, I leave you a very small portion of the mess to see.