I almost never go out in this town called LA. Yet, last night I did, wanted to see an old friend and porn actress Brittaney Andrews and I wanted to see The Standard Hotel, I'm kind of a hotel buff?
Sticky waterbeds, sticky hand rails (yuk), strange stuffy rooms with toilets in the sleeping area and each narrow dimly lite floor with it's own delicate odor and the guests? Far from high end, mainly at a dead-end. Endless stories full of cow you know what...tee shirts, dirty sneakers, bad breath, spilled drinks, drunken corporate workers and an incredible view of the ten or so high rises that define the skyline of downtown Los Angeles.
A better name would be The Standard Motel, with their signage posted up-side-down.