Hazlet, New Jersey (2010)

We stayed at this Best Western while doing an interview with a wealthy Middle-Eastern woman who was essentially involved in labor trafficking of her Indonesian maid.

I made the mistake of putting my hand on the upper shelf in my room closet and found what I thought was some type of dirty tennis ball.

It was a moldy orange.

The bed was so broken and spongy, the moment you laid down in it you sank to the middle.

They had an attached restaurant cum night club that served sushi. And it was damn good.

I loved that place.