for my cheap joe's homees (if i get arrested you best be bailing me out of jail)

i enter the building. the entrance hallway is quite short with just one door leading upstairs. locked of course. no way of getting in without being buzzed thru. look around. there's the intercom. there's the directory with all of the residents' names and corresponding rooms. and over here - rows and rows of mailboxes. now where is heather's? 301, 301, 301? ah ha!! i've found it. #301. proof! proof i'm just as crazy as she is for driving half-way zig-zagged across the country to stalk, i mean talk, to her.