Get drunk

You call your best friend, Jeremy but he's out of town. So you Google for a cheap motel nearby, stop by a grocery store to buy a bottle of vodka and a carton of orange juice, and head for the motel.

Unsurprisingly, the motel is a pit... although it isn't that cheap.

"Twenty an hour," the clerk tells you when you go to check in.

"I... I'm planning on staying for the night."

"Oh. Sorry. I assumed you were one of those lady-boys."

"What the fuck?"

"I said I was sorry. We get all kinds here."

"Yeah, whatever."

"Okay, it's one-twenty for the night. Cash. There's an ATM machine right there. It charges a five dollar fee but don't worry, it doesn't have the motel name or anything."

You were getting a pretty good idea what kind of motel this was.

"I'm just spending the night," you say.

"Sure, buddy. Look, I work here. I don't judge my customers."

"Me neither. Uh, thanks."

You pay, then grab the key and head for the door.

"Checkout is at nine," he says. "You stay later, you pay for another day."

"Got it. Thanks."

The room is nothing special... a bed that sags in the middle and you definitely don't want to think about what's happened on it, a TV, and a nightstand with, of all things, a Gideon Bible inside.

At least it has a plastic cup albeit without the plastic wrap that promises it's been sanitized. So you spend a couple of minutes washing the cup, then fill it with vodka, adding a splash of orange juice so it doesn't taste like gasoline.

It burns your throat and stomach as it goes down but you manage not to puke... so far at least, so you pour yourself another.

Looking back, you can see that your marriage was troubled. Amber ran in the hot and popular set. You met her because she needed a math tutor... and somehow she never actually paid you. When you got a decent job out of college, she latched onto you and the next thing you knew you were married and paying off a couple hundred thousand in student loans... which took most of your pay over the past five years. Sex with her was... well, it was wonderful for you but she was right... you pretty much came the second you went inside her tight pussy so maybe it wasn't wonderful for her.

You only swallow half your second drink... and then you hear it. Moaning and thumping from the next room. What do you expect in a hooker motel? Someone was going at it.

In retrospect, you probably averaged twenty thousand a fuck with Amber considering how much of her student loan you covered and how infrequently she put out. You would have done a lot better paying for sex work. Still, you're not interested in listening to other people enjoy themselves so you turn on the TV and boot up your PC.

You need to find another job so you can afford someplace to stay.