“Room 435”

I spent many a night in Room 435 of the Rodeway Inn. Spent many a night gorging my mind in nothingness TV shows and old, seen it a million times, movies. Chinese food, Monster energy drinks & Newport cigarettes. It’s like a bloodstain on pavement as you pass the spot where you saw that buck, dead on the side of the road with its guts strewn about...it’s something you never forget no matter how hard you try. It’s seared into the fabric of your soul, that is if you still have one...if you truly believe it then it must be true...right?

That room has watched me cry, scream into the phone, chain smoke until my throat bled & see me off to a whole different slant of what reality could be. A frightening, bizarre new reality. In that room I had horrible nightmares, colossal anxiety, panic, relived beautiful memories & felt an array of emotions going in all directions.

It was in Room 435 that it became clear that the last time I walked out of those doors, it would be the last time...and it has been. I haven’t been back there. It’s been better than before and in times worse...much, much worse.

It’s been devastating. It’s been joyous.

It’s been a headache. It’s been a treat.

It’s also been a long way way from Room 435.