Billy Corgan Terrorized At Hotel By Partying Teens ‘Fueled By Illicit Drugs’

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Smashing Pumpkins frontman Billy Corgan discussed being terrorized by young ‘rascals’ at a hotel who were ‘all fueled by some illicit benzedrine at best I could gather’ in a new Instagram post. He also discussed receiving poor service at another hotel.

“First-world problems: so, I had to move hotels today and in a sentimental fashion I chose to stay somewhere I haven’t stayed at in 20 years, despite having heard the place had seen better days. So far, hallways are dirty with torn wallpaper, the bathroom in the room was not freshly clean (I will spare you the how and wherefores), there appears to be a mysterious gelatinous substance on the worn nightstand just next to me not doused by a maid, the windows won’t close fully despite there being an outdoor night club just 30 feet away (the handles apparently have been sheared off of various metal frames), and my trendy orange key stopped working (I’ve only been here a few hours) to which I had to go downstairs twice to present my dilemma.

To this hotel’s credit, they did offer to move me to another room but being superstitious I declined figuring the next destination would be worse. Which reminds me of a recent story, wherein @lindastrawberry and I were working with @howardwilling_thebear in Nashville and staying at a fancy new-new hotel. In that, we were assaulted for 48 hours plus by a raging party so loud Linda could hear it in her room and she had the room next to mine, which given my close proximity to the revelers afforded me clear access to their mendacious screaming and throwing of furniture; all fueled by some illicit benzedrine as best I could gather.

The coup de grace being the rascals trying to entrap Linda in her room by placing a bed (tipped on it’s side) in front of her door. Our many complaints down would go unheeded, and the party was never shut down, and when I spoke to the true manager of the joint she said she’d heard of some incidents but no employee had written anything down so as to not be culpable over the weekend. So she’d have to take my word for it. ‘What can I do,’ she asked in tone that said there be little culpability. I said I didn’t need a free bottle of wine, but the lack of security was quite troubling. The rest being up to her. But when I got the bill on check-out I saw her professional response. A $75 credit against my 7,000$ bill. So like I said, first-world problems. I’ve stayed in worse, and I’ve certainly stayed in better, amen.”

First-world problems: so, I had to move hotels today and in a sentimental fashion I chose to stay somewhere I haven't stayed at in 20 years, despite having heard the place had seen better days. So far, hallways are dirty with torn wallpaper, the bathroom in the room was not freshly clean (I will spare you the how and wherefores), there appears to be a mysterious gelatinous substance on the worn nightstand just next to me not doused by a maid, the windows won't close fully despite there being an outdoor night club just 30 feet away (the handles apparently have been sheared off of various metal frames), and my trendy orange key stopped working (I've only been here a few hours) to which I had to go downstairs twice to present my dilemma. To this hotel's credit, they did offer to move me to another room but being superstitious I declined figuring the next destination would be worse. Which reminds me of a recent story, wherein @lindastrawberry and I were working with @howardwilling_thebear in Nashville and staying at a fancy new-new hotel. In that, we were assaulted for 48 hours plus by a raging party so loud Linda could hear it in her room and she had the room next to mine, which given my close proximity to the revelers afforded me clear access to their mendacious screaming and throwing of furniture; all fueled by some illicit benzedrine as best I could gather. The coup de grace being the rascals trying to entrap Linda in her room by placing a bed (tipped on it's side) in front of her door. Our many complaints down would go unheeded, and the party was never shut down, and when I spoke to the true manager of the joint she said she'd heard of some incidents but no employee had written anything down so as to not be culpable over the weekend. So she'd have to take my word for it. 'What can I do,' she asked in tone that said there be little culpability. I said I didn't need a free bottle of wine, but the lack of security was quite troubling. The rest being up to her. But when I got the bill on check-out I saw her professional response. A $75 credit against my 7,000$ bill. So like I said, first-world problems. I've stayed in worse, and I've certainly stayed in better,amen

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