The world seems particularly dark and foreboding when you’re marooned in the lobby of a drafty hotel and contemporary christian music’s nearby, but, in the light of day, Pensacola’s really not so bad.

It’s actually just the kinda place I dig - a little run down, everyone’s drunk, with a sardonic pride that accompanies living in an objectively shitty place, but it’s YOUR shitty place, and you, unasked for uppity douchebag, can fornicate right off to south beach.