In a series of stories...

I did not stay here.

My friend lives here.
He rents out a room by the month.
Small room, big bed and cable t.v.
Beer cans and an empty bottle of Evan Williams litter the floor.

Sort of like in a movie or a book or a Tom Waits' song
but more lonely and real.

The best thing about "The Ritz" is the sign...