Damn door knob

I love my cousin's apartment in Beijing. He lives extremely close to the bar street, almost TOO close. He has centralized air conditioning, which is amazing. Almost 180 degrees of window, maybe more, maybe less and a refrigerator stocked full of beer. PERFECTION, with the exception of ONE thing, this:

This damn door knob and I have had 4 altercations, all of which I have lost. I now have three purple and yellow bruises on my left arm and one purple bruise on my right. Can you imagine slamming into the same place multiple times? Killer.