“It wasn’t my fault.” Dillon said as he pushed passed me wrapped only in an emergency blanket. I turn to see a cop and our Apartment manger standing in the open door. They were trying not to laugh.
“How was I supposed to know a helicopter would go over head and blow my stuff off the roof so the people on the freeway could see me sunbathing behind the A/C units?” Dillon yelled from the bedroom,” I got a mental image of what he just described. “Not funny.” Dillon yelled as the three of us busted up laughing.