The guy at the front desk was kind enough to stop talking on his cell phone for a second to tell us "smoking only." Michael thought he was about 13. We got a single room and it smelled like my grandmother had been hanging out there, hot boxing it for a couple hours while waiting for us. There were burns on almost any surface you could rest a cig on.
Sink next to the toilet. Poop smoking.
On the "desk" with a pretty serious fruit punch stain. Its darker than it looks.There was also a weird little bed in the window.
We rocks paper scissored for it. Michael lost. Im not sure who actually lost though because the bed was terrible. Amazingly, this place has free wireless internet. Therewas a lot more weird shit in the room, but I think theyre trying to kick us out now. We've refused room service 4 times already and its only 12.I only had one beer last night, but feel incredibly hung over for some reason and my mouth feels like people were blowing me shot guns from their Newports in my sleep. I think were going to the DC plaza today and maybe driving to Chicago tonight.
Also, this has been my choice of footwear for the entire trip so far:
Every time I look down I feel like Belski.
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