The Cecil Hotel

Chapter 4: Donald Trump

"Gil, it's past midnight and we STILL haven't gotten any sunlight," whined Mike impatiently. The old man was sleeping on the coach snoring as loud as hell. "Uh, Gil?" Mike said.
Gil didn't respond. He was fast asleep.
Oh god. Now what the hell do I do? Thought Mike.
He decided to go down the hallway and drink some champagne. He couldn't sleep with the thought of a madman breaking into people's rooms at night. He was already too much of a coward to keep his windows open, even though it was nearly 112 degrees inside.
He walked around the hallways.
"Hey. Hey!" Mike saw a figure approaching him. It was the old man.

"My name's Gobe, by the way. They call me Gobe-Joe. I'm a relative of Bernie Sanders," he said proudly.

"Wow mate that's just awesome," said Mike. Mike was a huge fan of Bernie Sanders and thought the world of him. Gil however, was a God-fearing Christian republican. He supported Ted Cruz.

Just then, Mike was eavesdropping on a conversation a couple was having.

"God damnit Grant! How many times do I have to tell you that I don't like small rooms!" Yelled the wife angrily.

"We're retired, Beulah we can't afford nice-looking clean hotels," said the husband. "But honey, I have news for you. Donald Trump is planning to stay here! Maybe we can meet him!" The husband seemed to sound excited.

"DONALD TRUMP?! WHY THE HELL WOULD I WANT MEET THAT FAT OLD MAN?!" Yelled the wife brutally.

"How dare you call him that! He is the only candidate who will make America great again!" Yelled the husband so loudly that everyone came out of their hotel rooms to see what the hell was going on at this time of night.

"What the hell is your problem? You scared the hell outta me!" said one of male the residents. 

"Aw stay out of it," said the husband.

"Wait, you said DONALD TRUMP is ACTUALLY staying HERE?! OH MY GOD!!! LET'S PARTY!" Said a female resident joyfully.

The wife growled and kicked the woman's leg. "You fucking republicunt," she said.

"You're a stupid piece of democrap!" Yelled the wife.

The two women started to tackle each other to the ground. Everyone gasped at the sight. Gil came out of his room.

"What the hell is going on here?" He asked violently.

"Yay! A fight! Yay!" Said the wife's son excitedly. The husband tried to lift his wife off of the other woman but she slapped him.

"Why it's amazing how much drama just the topic of Donald Trump creates! I need to film this!" Mike gasped excitedly, since he was a news reporter.

He turned on his camera and filmed everything. He even came really close to the women so he could eavesdrop on all the curses and obscenities they were yelling at each other. Then he suddenly got kicked in the leg and fell to the floor as the camera brutally flew around the room landing on an elderly man who was smoking weed next door.

"WHAT THE HELL?" The man yelled. He went back to smoking his cigarette. "Damn this is some strong shit," he said to himself as the smell of pot oozed out of his hotel room.

Mike immediately ran to the room and grabbed the camera. "Sorry sir," he said running down the hallway. He continued to film the riot and then started speaking like a reporter.

"The is Mike speaking on the LA times about tonight's dramatic and exciting Trump riot that has been taking place at the Cecil Hotel. It has been going on since 12:39 PM and it is still continuing. Apparently two women were discussing politics and as soon as the topic of Donald Trump came up thy started viciously attacking each other! It has been three hours and yet these women will still not surrender." Mike turned the tape recorder off. Perfect, he thought, pleased with himself.

Finally the hotel staff came down and broke up the fight. Mike and Gil went back to bed. But Mike wasn't tired so he decided to post his video on the Los Angeles Times, which was actually a big mistake as he later found out. (To be continued)