Hostel Fuckers Part One
Part One A light rain falls at a slant upon southern Glasgow, Scotland, in this early morning hour. On the edge of the south side is an old Hostel for those who’ll be staying for longer periods of time. As the rain begins to lighten, a cab slowly pulls in. The spidery branches of leafless trees creak with the cool moist breeze. Robert McLeod—an 18 year old high school graduate—climbs from the car and sluggishly makes his way inside. Sloppily, he slicks back his black shoulder length...