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While everyone else was working on the Romeo Void cover, I took a break to go to the restroom. Returning to our space, I saw an apparently drunk man rising out of the cubbyhole corner over by where the payphone used to be. Later on, he came to our room, let himself in, and drunkenly told us that he was a neighbor and that we had no right to make so much noise. We told him that we did and ushered him out of the room -- "You have to leave." -- to finish practice.
When we were all done and leaving to head to the Abbey Lounge in Somerville for a drink, he was passed out sleeping on the floor between the pool table and the old piano. A trailing line of liquid from the garbage made it look like he was drooling profusely. He would snort and shift, so we knew that he was mostly OK, but we called 911 anyway. Meeting the two paramedics downstairs, we took them up to the fifth floor, where they roused him, ascertained that he wasn't hurt or injured, and helped him downstairs in the elevator. We left them with him on the street, trying to shoo him off to one of the area homeless shelters for the night.
We probably could have woken him up and ushered him out of the building ourselves, but I think calling 911 was the right thing to do even if it was kind of a false-alarm hassle for them. What if he'd been hurt? What if he'd protested or gotten violent? I think the authority of their uniforms and the ambulance were good to have on hand in what could've been an awkward situation.
He was no Evan Dando, that's for sure.
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