We stayed in the most ghetto hotel in Houston.... The smell this room had was worse than all Will and my farts put together over the weekend. It was sooo dirty & sticky. This room was so ghetto we had to make boobie traps from the bathroom. Due to no lock on the window. There were holes in the walls, along with a ton of dirt.

Right before we went to bed we were joking about how bad the hotel was. Little did we know... At around 1 am [I think] we were under attack! I heard the chain on the door rattle. As I was trying to say something loud enough to wake Will up. Yet not let this stupid person know we were awake and ready to kick his ass.

Turns out it was some guard of some sort. I don't know what the deal was. Of why he was even coming to our room. Or what ever happen to "knocking"...

Rule for today: Never stay in a room that tells you to lock the door for to live through the night.