Dangerous Moves: Mayor of Ponce crawls the Clermont Hotel, pt. 2
Wednesday, August 26th, 2009
ALL GOOD THINGS MUST
It opens old wounds, bad ideas, troubled times, nasty sex, sweaty drugs, new starts, and almost always, a shady hiding place. As a rusty key opens the door to one of our rooms in the Clermont Motor Hotel, we’re hit in the face with the firm smell of gentleman’s musk. Fourth floor or not, this is the ball sack of the building. And we must be nuts for doing this.
It’s a triangulation of sin. A dangerous, if not deceitful, triangle along the Poncey corridor that connects the Crack Track (the much ballyhooed Beltline) to the Murder Kroger, MJQ, and of course the Clermont Hotel. Sunup or sundown, that block on Ponce de Leon Avenue has played host to hilarious, harrowing tales for most of us. And the Ford Factory Lofts water tower stands proud and useless overlooking all of the questionable decisions and mishaps that take place below.
MJQ gives us a headquarters. Green’s gives us courage. And the Clermont, well, I’m not so sure anymore. If anything, maybe the Clermont gives us a reminder to get our shit together. That, and maybe hepatitis. Pick a consonant.
