Keegan Gibbs – Blog

my clothes are not in my apartment.

Posted in New York by Keegan on March 17, 2009

A funny story.

As I realized I had forgot my laundry at the laundry mat, I rushed downstairs and flew out the door to catch the place before it closed. As I skated back up to my apartment, as soon as I saw the door, I instantly knew I had forgotten my keys. It is midnight.


Please forgive any spelling errors or typos. It is 3:00 am and I am tired. Here it goes…

As I walked up to the door, I momentarily rejoiced as the first door of the set was barely ajar. I swung it open, skateboard and laundry in hand, and then the sinking feeling of seeing the second door, locked.

I dont have the super indendants phone number. I dont know anyone else that lives in the building. I decide to wait and hopefully someone will walk in or out of the place and I can catch the door and make it up to my apt which I know was open since you have to lock it from the outside with a key. As I sat between the two doors, I tried calling a 24hr locksmith to get a quote. Looked like $100 at the minimum. That isnt really an option. So I left my skateboard in the way of the door and walked across to the street to make sure my window was open. I looked and saw 1 set of lights on in an apartment below me which looked like someone was home.

At this point it was about 30 minutes into the situation and no one had walked in or out.  There seemed to be only one option, to climb to the firescape, then climb through my window.  I called my friend Nick Darmstaedter, who I directed the Papa video with, to convince him to come over and help me climb.  He is a really good climber which I have noticed at different locations through the city. Either him boost me or me boost him to the ladder that was hanging down to the fire escape.

He laughed after I told him the situation and didnt seem too excited about the 9 block walk over to the place at midnight. He somehow convinced me to go and ring some of the other apartments in the building and try to persuade them to let me in. I looked up and saw one of the windows had a light on on the 4th floor, so I tried that first. Couple rings, no response. Tried a couple other apartments, and… no response. As I sat there, in defeat, about to dial Nicks number again, a girl walks up to the apartment door. I asked if she lived there, I explained my situation briefly, but she said she was visiting a friend, which would have been sweet, but as she looked at the buzzer numbers, she noticed she had the wrong apartment. Fuck.

I told her the apartment she was looking for was next door. I remember her saying “apartment number 2…” Just after she entered that place, I came up with a great idea…Get into the adjacent apartment by getting her friends to let me in, walk to the roof, from that roof, walk over to my roof, and go in through the roof emergency exit, which I had remembered I left unlocked.

I ring the buzzer and they answer. I quickly explain the situation and the girl remembers me, and they buzz me in! I run upstairs, make it to the roof and walk over to the door to my roof with my skateboard and laundry in hand. I get to my roof access, and go to pry open the door but its locked. I look thru the crack in the door and can see a little latch that I had remembered seeing the first day I checked out the roof when I moved it. A little hook thing. I grab a stick off of the roof, and jam it thru the door, McGuyver style, and after some jiggling, manage to unhook the hook! The door opens, but only a little more than it did before. It seems there is another lock. After several more times trying to pry the door open with my skateboard, no luck.

I look around and see the fireescape to the back side of my apartment which leads right to the window near where my bed is. I figit with it quite a bit looking to see if I can open the window enough to squeeze myself thru. No luck.  I was able to open the window enough to open the security cage, but not enough to squeeze my body through.
Back to the drawing board.

I stood on my roof and called Nick and told him that now its official, I gotta get him over here to do some climbing. I go back to the roof access door to the building next to mine and walk back downstairs and wait for Nick on the street to arrive.

Right before Nick got there, I noticed some cops that were hanging in the park accross the street, just watching me, not making any noise. Luckily I saw them before Nick got there and walked over to the cornerstore to pretend like I was doing something other than trying to plot to break into my own apartment.

I waited for them to leave, and just after they left, Nick and I approached the fire escape. I ended up giving Nick a boost with my hands and he pulled himself up and onto the fire escape. I told him to be quiet cause I could tell a couple of the windows were open that overlook the fireescape.

Right after he walks past the 3rd floor window, I see osmeone come ot the window and look outside, as if they had heard or seen someone outside. By this time, Nick was at the top of the escape, outside my window, sliding into my apartment. I was watching from accress the street. As He slid in, I walked towards the front door, and HOLY SHIT, someone is finalllly walking out of the apartment, and this guy, with his dog, seemed to be in a hurry! I told him I was locked out and he let me in, despite him not knowing who I was etc… I ran up a couple flights of stairs as I could hear Nick coming down flights, and we ran into each other halfway thru the building.

I went to the roof access to get my skate and bag of laundry from the roof, but it looks like the superintendant put the emergency only lock on!
So now, I finish writing this in bed, and my poor skateboard and bag of laundry await for me to come to their rescue, hopefully before it rains.

There will be photos added and the story edited a little better tomorrow when I have some time. Just had to share before I lay my head down for the night in the comfort of my bed and apartment. Check back soon for the photos and the final resolution of the story tomorrow.

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  1. sage said, on March 17, 2009 at 4:35 pm

    Quite an ordeal! So what time did you finally make it back into your apartment?

  2. Riley John Gibbs said, on March 17, 2009 at 11:35 pm

    Great story Keegs!

  3. Riley John Gibbs said, on March 17, 2009 at 11:35 pm

    PS: Excellent on-the-fly, 3:00am proofreading.

  4. Riley John Gibbs said, on March 17, 2009 at 11:36 pm

    PPS: Why does it say my comments were made at 11:35 pm? Lies.

  5. mika said, on March 18, 2009 at 2:37 am

    man, that’s an epic story ! so, when did you finally get the laundry and skateboard ?

  6. Keegan said, on March 18, 2009 at 2:45 am

    By the time I got into my apartment, it was probably almost 1:30 or 2am. Read the new post with the girl photos to hear the end of the story.

  7. patrick griffin said, on March 18, 2009 at 6:27 am

    this has happened to me way too many fucking times in new york. this one time someone let me in to the building next to mine so i could climb roofs and i was walking up behind him hoping he would go in to an apartment on a lower floor but i followed him all the way up to the top floor where the lights were burnt out. he was super shook and backed himself into a corner because he thought i was going to rob him but then i pointed to the roof (he didnt speak english, it was china town) and he went in his apartment. ahhh lovely new york, at least it wasnt snowing

  8. tank said, on March 18, 2009 at 6:35 am

    haha, still forgetting your keys ?

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