Night at the Ritz (Hahahaha, right)

Due to extracurricular activities at my apartment tonight, I was steered towards my faithful little hostel in Chelsea. At the moment I'm alone, but it's early. I'm sure some exhausted traveler will be joining me late tonight while I'm sleeping. I wake up at the drop of a pin, so I'll know before she even reaches the door. If you've never stayed in one of these, well, they're kinda cool, actually. Bare bones rooms, but all I'm in the mood for this evening is a clean bed and bathroom, and a lock on the door. I'm tired.

I always liked this place. The staff is kind of rude to those who act like brazen idiots at the desk, and it's fun to watch. The rooms are way too hot. There's a sign on the wall that says "Please do not open window, the air conditioner will fall out." There's no air conditioner right now, so I opened the window. I stuffed my jacket into the locker and I'm cozy with my prison grade blankets- it's time to write some poetry.

Where The Hell Am I?

From the west to the eastern city
From middle to north to south
I keep bouncing around
Like a fucking clown
With tales spilling from my mouth

Here's a nice song now from Alice Cooper. It's called Ballad of Dwight Fry :)