story

Gotta hit you with a quick story time since we got 24 hours until rewards drop...
So it's 2007 and I am out photographing one of NYC's all time most legendary parties: Motherfucker. IYKYK
This was the first time I had ever had a photo pass and I am out partying all night, taking so many insane photos and just having a blast. 
I meet these two girls there and the three of us end up all going back to my place....

It's after 4am when we get to my place and I have to be at work at 6. I was still working as a busboy in a hotel restaurant while shooting photos on the side. It would be a little over a year before I was doing photography full time. 
We all have a great time and we took a LOT of dirty photos. Like we were all taking turns with my camera and it was an incredible ending to a great night. 
It's now 5am and I gotta go to work. I go to the bathroom and suddenly I hear my front door slam. The girls are gone. I go to my bedroom and I see my camera is still there but they have stolen the memory card.... 
PS. Photos in this thread are for illustration purposes only. Not doxing those girls.

So I run out the door trying to chase them but they had a minute head start on me. I am still in my underwear and a t-shirt. When I exit my building a bunch of the neighborhood kids are hanging out on the stoop across the street. "They stole your memory card! They went that way!", pointing in the opposite way of the subway.
That seemed like a lot of info for these guys to have, so I ran towards the train. I couldn't find them. When I got back the guys on the stoop asked me why I went the opposite way. I told them I figured the girls had told them to tell me the wrong direction. They told me they had overheard the girls talking and were trying to help.

I apologize to them and try to go back inside but I realize I am locked out. I don't even have pants on. I buzz the door to try and get my roommate to let me in but he's sound asleep. I am now already running late for work and in my underwear in Brooklyn at 5:30am. I am freaking out. 
I have one idea. I will try and climb up the fire escape. I know the fire escape window is locked, but perhaps I can reach my living room window and maybe that one is unlocked. But unfortunately I can't reach the fire escape.

Incredibly the kids from across the street offer to help. They help lift me up to the fire escape. I grab on and climb up. I get to my window and I have to climb outside of it. I am three stories up and hanging on with just one hand dangling above the sidewalk trying to open the window with my left hand. It's open, but I still have to get inside.
I basically have to do some Tom Cruise shit jumping over, grabbing with one hand and crawling inside the window. It was fucking terrifying. I yelled my thanks to the guys outside, put on my clothes and ran to the train for the second time in thirty minutes. 
(This photo is of my actual neighbors back then. Not sure if any of them were on the stoop that night)