I was woken up at six a.m. this morning to the sound of a man falling down the stairs of my Brooklyn brownstone. Then, after the fall, I was kept awake by the sounds of his moaning. (A lot of high-pitched "oooooohhhh"ing and "ahhhhhhhh"ing between audibly deep sighs). After a couple minutes of listening to this I realized that I should probably go outside to see if he’s dead. So I got up, put on some clothes and walked out into my building’s foyer just as he had (presumably) picked himself up and was walking out the front door. The only thing that was left was a TOTALLY DEMOLISHED huge wooden banister. There were shards of wood and other weird bits of broken detritus everywhere. It was an amazing sight to behold.

 

I really wish I had a video of this guy (who was wearing a 50s-style top hat and overcoat) tumble down 13 stairs and take out 40 pounds of solid oak. Instead, this video of Corky doing an awesome dryfire to Public Enemy’s "Fight The Power" is the closest I can come to actually witnessing that.