Somehow ended up in KC after sundown. This shit makes Omaha look like a fuckin gated resort community. Sirens, crashes, fucken gunshots, you name it. Cheap whores going in and out of my motel at all hours, methed up Missouri bumblefucks roaming the street, smacking they lips at me when I walk. At one point I was in a quick trip (which I thought might be somewhat reputable, even after midnight), dropping the kids off at the pool, when a gang of unruly teenagers invaded the place. I'm talking, kids hollering swears back and forth, one claimed to have peed in sink and/or trash, kicking on my stall door, and otherwise totally disrespecting the sanctity of a gas station throne. Some of these kids voices hadn't even changed yet, fuckin preteens out running the streets after midnight. That shit wouldn't fly in Ogallala. I'm in my crappy $160 per night motel room, huddled under the desk in a fetal position. But seriously, cheapest motel I could find that was not visibly in shambles or taken over by insects, on a weeknight, over 160 after some bullshit tax. Mornings light can't come soon enough.
