You knock on the door muffling some thrashy electric guitar music from Apartment 302. A young dude with greasy black hair, bloodshot eyes, and an open button down shirt over a POISON IDEA tee answers your knock, cracking the door open. It looks kind of smokey in there, and there's a weird smell.

That's Lemmy, all right.

"Oh, hey Mr. Hawke," he says groggily. "You get the WiFi up yet?"