Joe and I were coming back to the hotel last night. It's kind of a confusing area with lots of hotels and the turnpike making things a little complicated.
Joe had some difficult and ended up going into the wrong parking lot. This parking lot has a single level hotel building that is partially demolished. No walls, no roof but the mirrored bathroom tile on the wall is still present and there are all sorts of pink insulation strewn about. It's really messy. We go to turn around but the parking lot dead ends on the front side of this building. The rooms still exist but there are no doors, beds have been strewn about and its actually pretty scary. It's the hotel ghetto.
Joe and I are laughing and joking about how scary this place is. This is where underage prostitutes come to die.
Then as we were almost gone, out of two separate rooms two rough looking men step into their respective doorways. I wave to the young one and its weird.
Do you think they live there?, I asked Joe.
They likely do as transients. We were both slightly afraid.
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