I needed a place to stay for the night, a comfortable place, because I was tired from driving from Dallas to see my friend in the Army at the base in Columbus.
It was like black ink out there at night, my eyes were blurred from trying to read non-existent signs that exist in this part of the world.
Trying to get to Fort Benning.
I went in desperate to this motel, hoping for some comfort.
I do not need much, just a bed that doesnt smell too bad, and a little quiet.
Never did I expect what I encountered at this place in our great country.
I am not a bible thumper or a racist, I am a human being, and what I had to endure at this motel is not of this world.
It is bad. I checked into the room, payed for it at the counter.
Proceeded to the door of the room around from the booth, and found a gathering of about 6 or 7 black males and 3 or 4 white women loitering the front of the door.
A quick entry was performed with all my belongings and 2 dogs.
Then the bad stuff started to happen immediatey.
There was a sticky black hair pick, the kind you see stuck in the heads of AFRos', my God. who has an afro, on the bed.
There were crushed crackers on the floor. The room smelled of something that was terribly wrong, I do not know how to describe it...No need to express my discontent at the sudden pounding of the 18 inch subwoofers in the back of the Ford Probe outside my door selling drugs through the window to one of the white girls...
I left my leather jacket in my hasty exit...
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- Super Eight Opelika
