Motel Albequerqe

This motel would be quite nice if it wasn’t for the smell… and the roaches and the bugs and the crack-heads and the thugs, and the girl working the counter, those pretentious out of towners and the local whores knocking on the door at 2 am in the morning…but other than that It’s a.o.k. it kind of reminds me of work release in jail accept the TV. doesn’t work and you don’t get any mail and the room service isn’t near as good and there isn’t any work in this neighborhood at least not the kind of work that I do…well my car got stolen from the parking lot and in the room next door somebody got shot, needless to say I didn’t get much sleep last night. I bought a bike at the pawnshop so I could get around, I got half a mind to ride on out of this town but I’m saving my pennies to catch a greyhound to anywhere but here. There’s a truck-stop next door and a bar in the lobby, the bartender’s this fat guy named Robbie, he calls everybody Kemo-sobie and the only thing the bar serves is beer. Robbie’s as stupid as stupid can be, said he slept with a hooker and got hepatitis c and I’m wondering if he gave her stupidity and I don’t know which would be worse. But I guess it aint bad for a hundred dollars a week. I do have an a.c. although it does leak, and it’s a lot better than being out on the street…but I just can’t get over that smell.