Tangier
While I lay in my hotel bed, mattress buttons sticking into my butt and legs, the sonic “boom boom boom” pounding downstairs from the disco directly beneath me is vibrating my entire body. That thumping sex music must be rocking the kids below my room and I must definitely thank the hotel staff for putting me here, when there were so many other vacant rooms throughout that might have spared me this fantastic cultural experience.

It’s my own fault. I HAD to stay here. I had to get sucked in to the romantic notion that sleeping where Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg and William Burroughs (wrote his famous Naked Lunch novel here)… all shacked up… right here… in the 50’s… in this hotel… was going to somehow inspire me to greater heights…