L.a. Rotten (2015)
“Rotten Chapter 6 I already know where we’re going as soon as the clerk takes me to the stairwell. In the dark of the parking lot somewhere, Ivy sits with the supplies in the truck, waiting for me to come retrieve her. When I’d directed her to wait, I’d anticipated a sullen, pouting protest, but she’d folded her hands in her lap and sat obediently, merely happy to be there.
The clerk, an older white lady with makeup that appears to be one step shy of “clown,” leads me straight to 236, and having... seen my camera, pauses smartly for me to take a photo of the door.
“Good luck with this one,” she warns, her voice a whiskey growl. “Trucker suicide. Guy poisoned himself. Spent the last few minutes of his life puking his guts out in the bathroom, God rest his soul.” She looks to gauge my reaction, but finds none. “He missed the toilet with most of it.” I’m still unimpressed. “Jeez, nothing fazes you, does it?”
“Not anymore.”
“I’m sorry, I gotta tell you—I’d hate to be like that.”MoreLess
The clerk, an older white lady with makeup that appears to be one step shy of “clown,” leads me straight to 236, and having... seen my camera, pauses smartly for me to take a photo of the door.
“Good luck with this one,” she warns, her voice a whiskey growl. “Trucker suicide. Guy poisoned himself. Spent the last few minutes of his life puking his guts out in the bathroom, God rest his soul.” She looks to gauge my reaction, but finds none. “He missed the toilet with most of it.” I’m still unimpressed. “Jeez, nothing fazes you, does it?”
“Not anymore.”
“I’m sorry, I gotta tell you—I’d hate to be like that.”MoreLess
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