I ultimately opted for the front door. Don't worry, it's carefully secured with nails and hot glue. I'm nothing if not obsessively thorough. I figure this was about making a painful memory into a positive reminder, and the door serves two purposes: for me to leave out of every day and for any friends who visit to leave out of, because if you're in my apartment, you're my friend. I want to remind my friends that I appreciate them and their friendships, and I want to congratulate myself for every step I take out that door, because every day that passes is another day further from the man who lies shredded on that posterboard and another day closer to the man I want to be. I hope you enjoyed experiencing this as much as it hurt me to do.