In the late 70's, I entered the military service. I was put up in a sleezy hotel within about a block of the Greyhound Bus station in downtown Cleveland, Ohio. That place had to be the worst hotel ever. The sheets on the bed were not changed (judged by the amount of pubic hair still on the sheets), and when you laid down on the bed (on my coat so I wouldn't have to lay on filthy linen), the view was of hundreds of tiny spit balls of paper on the ceiling of the room. Roaches were everywhere, and there was a hole in the door. As disgusting as it was, through the years it has become a favorite story of mine to tell. Some things should be experienced once in a lifetime. Guess this was mine.

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