I was with a buddy one night, in the heart of Detroit going to visit his mom at her apartment. Its 2:30am. The apartment hallway is less than 5 feet wide. The walls are paper thin. i can hear into every apartment on the floor. So, my buddy’s knockin and knockin, trying to wake his mom up. The door across the hall from his moms door opens, and this lady peeks her head out and says “whats up?” we say whats up back, and she looks at me and sees that I have a cup in my hand. From nowhere a mason jar appears in her hand tilted towars my cup. I pour her a shot of rum and coke, and she disappears…..I laughed my ass off for the next 15 minutes…..only in Detroit.
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