Room 324:

From the waist down all he had on were some boxers and a cast on his left leg.

He told me he was a RACE CAR DRIVER. Then he motioned me into his room as he checked the hallway. Was he looking for accomplices or witnesses?

He smoked cigars. He kept asking if I knew so and so, as he pushed his slicked hair back repeatedly. Tweeker.

I started to leave. He jumped up, almost falling over, and looked around the room to find an offering. You could tell he was lonely. He was so awkward I almost pitied him, even though without a cast he was the wrong man to be alone in a room with (It's like loving a wounded snake).

Then 3 other guys came in the room from outta I-don't-know-where. I made an excuse to leave and got the fuck out.