It’s early as I write this, but the hotel is by no means quiet. The performers have entered and the literal traveling circus is in full swing.
Crasian tour guides. (Crazy bus tour operators.)
Overworked, exhausted, bewildered bus drivers.
Hundreds of equally bewildered, exhausted bus passengers.
Cougar rock wives carrying their medium-sized dogs in from the street.
Drunken Alpha males.
Hungover corporate drones.
Spent half-dressed hookers.
They’re all here, kids. And they need attending to. But before I go…
The next chapter of the ongoing literary saga of my life is up on Wattpad for your perusal. You know the drill. Click. Read. Be amazed. (Hopefully.)
Enjoy, my friends.
See you in the lobby, kids…