Rumble in the Bronx
It’s late. I’m tired. Don’t let the time stamp fool you, it’s really around a quarter after two in the morning, but if I don’t write down my thoughts now, I’ll never be able to remember them, so on with the show. You know, whenever you travel people always ask you how your hotel room was. Usually, I mention that it’s not the nicest, but at least it’s clean. Well, this hotel is something else. In addition to smelling like…