poor ben.

On Thursday night, Ben, Smith and I went to the city.  I don't know why, I finished work and Ben was all like why don't you come out with us.  Why not?

So anyways I didn't have any money, but Ben happened to have a couple bottles of unfinished spirits which we got into.  The night was pretty average.   The most exciting part was being yelled at by a group of aborigines because we didn't give them a cigarette... anyways me and Ben stumbled home not long after midnight when everything was shutting down.  As the lift doors opened as we reached level 2 of Ben's apartment, he clumsily drops his set of keys.  We both stood by helplessly as he drops his keys, both looked at his keys dangle in between the gap of the elevator and the actual floor of the building and then both looked dumbfounded as his keys slowly but surely slipped through the gap. There we are both standing there in silence as we wait for the keys to hit ground... no it would have probably been the basement floor and echo back up to us...neither of us could believe what just happened.

Here are a series of photos explaining our (mainly Ben's) morale levels at this point in time.