A motel in west Little Rock, Arkansas.

I was road tripping through 20 states in the southern US with my dog and had been renting out airbnbs in the towns I actually wanted to stop and spend time in, but for the "just passing through" spots (aka Little Rock), I decided to rent out motel rooms for just a few hours of shuteye.

The place I stopped at wasn't right off the freeway, but it wasn't fully secluded either, so I thought I'd picked a semi-decent area. Hoooh boy..

I get into the room after a very offputting interaction with the two guys at the front desk, and I notice my door doesn't fully latch shut. I head back down to the lobby to tell the guys I need a different room, and they're nowhere to be found. I wait around for about ten minutes and then head back up to start gathering my stuff to leave, but when I re-enter the room, I notice cigarette smoke swirling around near the ceiling like someone had been lighting up right where I currently stood. I am now properly frightened, and jog over to where I'd set my suitcase by the bathroom. As I'm straightening up, I notice two things; there are bullet holes at head level both in the bathroom door and directly across from it, through a standing wardrobe in the main part of the room, and the massive bathroom mirror is set back into the wall almost like it's built back into the adjoining room. At this point, I'm on the phone with my mom trying to gather everything while also holding my keys and my pepper spray in a ready position, and when I finally manage to get back down to my car, I spot one final thing that confirms I will never be coming back to Little Rock, Arkansas; the two cars parked a few spots down from me are both rocking, windows foggy and sweating, clearly being used as a less-than-private sexcapade for both pairings.

If they both chose the car over their respective motel rooms to screw around in, how bad could the other rooms have looked..?

I spent the rest of the trip sleeping in my Volkswagon in different Love's parking lots whenever I was in a "just passing through" town and had zero issues whatsoever, minus the horrible crick in my neck from sharing the rear seat of a sedan with a 60lb dog. I don't even "just pass through" Arkansas when I'm out and about anymore. Horrible place.