Teenage Flophouse for First Time Pot Smokers
My husband, brother-in-law and I had booked a room at the Hotel Brian three months in advance of our stay. When we arrived the Hotel Brian we were told they were full, but there was a room at the sister hotel down the street. A very important game of chess and a fresh fatty kept the caretaker from showing us to our new hotel himself. We used the key he gave us to unlock the front door of the hotel and were greeted only by a sign that said, "Do not open the door to anyone you don't know, especially junkies."
While there was soap by the sink in the bathroom, the handle on the faucet was broken and could not be utilized. We picked our towels out of the laundry bags which were dumped on the floor of the entry way....we assumed this is how we were supposed to get some. The large stain on the carpet by my brother-in-law's bed could have been covered up with an area rug, instead it lay in plain sight allowing us to conjure up a vivid image of the past event that brought it into existence.
We had hoped to at least get some sleep (the sheets were clean, I can say that) but all night great plumes of reefer madness filled our room via the room above and our dreams were routinely punctuated with , "Dude! I am so stoned!!!"
Lastly, we were told breakfast would be at 9:00. All we found in the communal kitchen was one guy sleeping on a bench and a girl yacking on the phone. We left around 9:15 to see if there was breakfast at the Hotel Brian. We stepped into the main room at the Hotel Brian to see a packed room of happy people seated and eating breakfast. After asking if we could join them, the same guy who had checked us in a day earlier looked at us in disgust and inquired as to whether or not we were staying there. According to him there was not enough breakfast for us there and we were told to go back to the Liberty and wait until somebody felt like putting some out for us. We opted for breakfast elsewhere.
Directions: 5 minutes from central station