We called it the Cold Motel. It was cold. How cold was it. It was so cold, people were chipping their teeth sucking dick.

I wish I could say we were smart enough not to ride the bike up here. But we’re just not that fucking smart.

There’s an electric heater by the bed. But when you turn it on, all it does is make strange sounds and spit.

We could see our breath in bed.

“Look, I can see my breath.”

“I can see your breath, too.”

That was when we commenced to laugh. If you smoke a very large joint, and you partake of some tasteful liquid refreshment like a bottle of Jack Daniels, you won’t give a flying fuck how cold it is.