"Say it was 1971 and Hunter S. Thompson turned that burger down. (I think room service, I think Hunter S. Thompson.)"


All the context you're going to get:

The decision to flee came suddenly. Or maybe not. Maybe I had planned it all along, subconsciously waiting for the right moment. The bill was a factor, I think because I had no money to pay for it. Our room service tabs had been running somewhere between 29 and 36 dollars per hour for 48 consecutive hours. Incredible.