Five Days' Notice

Last night we threw a rager so hard that the cops showed up after two hours and we got threatened with eviction--five days' notice.

Landlord's son: "This is your last strike."
People start filing out of our apartment. There are upwards of fifty people. Some of them shake our hands as they pass us, some say "Thanks", a girl stops to put her boots on in front of the cops.
Melancholic: "Excuse me, I have a question...you said this was our third strike?"
Landlord's son: "No, I said this is your LAST STRIKE."
Cop: "This ain't baseball, this is the REAL WORLD!"

Peoples was dancin', peoples was talkin', peoples was havin' a good time. It was better than I could have expected or imagined. Frankly, I never thought I would eventually throw a party so dangerous our landlord claimed the floor could collapse (although he was clearly bluffing). It was sick.

We've written a letter to our landlord and I left a message with their office.

Most importantly: we have no regrets.