As I walked in, I breathed in deeply. Finally, a place that didn't smell like beer breath... usually. Maggie Johnson, the hotel manager, sometimes was a little tipsy, but with her job, who wouldn't be.
"Hello," some hotel staff-member said. "Do you have a reservation?"
"Yes, under Billy the Boy on Crack."
"Okay, Mr. Crack, right this way."
I followed her as she led me to my usual room 329. He lay on the bed and tried not to think about the Superhero Conference the following morning.