There is just something dirty, cheap and curiously striking about a seedy motel on the side of a highway. Just think of all it’s disreputable possibilities. Rent by the day — or by the hour. Enjoy your sleazy activities while you share your cheap grocery store bought wine with a certain so-and-so… don’t worry, no one will know… no one will see you… no one knows you’re there… No one but the hoards of vermin who have come out for the buffet of crumbs the former occupant has left from a night of binge eating. Then when you least expect it things take a turn for the worse. The electricity blinks, you hear shrieks of horror and trying to escape your car won’t start. You can’t get a cell signal and the room’s phones don’t work. And again, no one knows where you are. You’re promiscuous night of debauchery turns into a sleepless night anticipating imminent slaughter from the serial killer running rampant.
Ahhh, Roadside Motels… bed bugs, showers that leak, quarters for beds that creek… come on my friends, get your kicks on route 66.
