- Martin Reed

I stayed in a crappy hotel the first night I got into Seattle (I still live here in the NorthWest). It was gross, bottles under the bed and cigarette holes in the sheets. It was nasty, but we were so tired the night before we didn’t notice any of that stuff. Plus the bathroom was shared with your neighbor. It would be one thing if it was shared down the hall or something, but the rooms were attached through the bloody bathroom and the only thing stopping them from coming in was one of those tiny little hook things, like something you’d use to stop your cat from opening a gate. Anyhow, we got a interesting story out of it and I always pull it out of my hat when people say they stayed at a bad hotel, because I really did stay at a terrible one!