43 Cliff Street

I was awakened at 2:45am last night by irregular, clomping footsteps on the back stairs, and a hammering at the door. Then there was muffled shouting and more pounding, and I opened my eyes and saw my roommate walking through my bedroom, heading for the back door with a grim look on his face. He opened the door and I heard him say loudly, "You've got the wrong house, buddy. You have the wrong house!" I could smell stale alcohol on the air that was coming in through the doorway.

By this point, I was fully awake, and the police had arrived. I stood at my bedroom window and watched the scene below as the two police officers questioned this very drunk college student. He belligerently shouted "43 Cliff Street!" over and over again in response to everything they asked. "What's your name, sir?" "43 Cliff Street!"

The whole thing seemed almost amusingly surreal. I think I've been watching too many episodes of Twin Peaks.