the_cheap_hotel Thoth Practically condemned, but never quite there. An old house. It had never really been home to anyone but a few homeless drifters. It had become a boarding house during the Depression, and depression had become its entire raison_d'etre. He had made friends with the current owner a long time ago, when both of them had been not too far removed from the straits that the regular resident found themselves in. The owner had closed it up to boarders when it became impossible to maintain as a rental property, and now it was a quiet place to crash, (even if it was situated in the middle of a less than sparkling neighborhood.) Shaking the rain off of his coat once he stepped under the front porch awning, he turned the key and punched the security code on the keypad just on the other side of the room. Opening the cabinet in the next room, he turned on the small, but crisp and powerful bookshelf system that was locked inside. Opening the top drawer, he took out Coldplay's A_Rush_of_Blood_to_the_Head He was halfway through the bottle of Jack_daniels by the time he got to "Amsterdam" The rain was still falling. 030314 what's it to you? who go blather from