HST

Super Sunday. Dawn. My recollections of the last 12 hours are very dim. All that I know for certain is that shortly after I checked in, two third-world drug abusers dressed as hotel employees forced their way into my room, ransacked it, drank all my liquor, did all my drugs, stole my dinner. The security precautions aren't beefed up in this hotel. I'm looking for safer accommodations. It's a sad state of affairs when this reporter has to go heavily armed to breakfast.

And what a breakfast it is.