When I pulled up to the motel, I can’t even say I was disappointed, I was afraid of what my room would be like. Well in a nutshell, it smelled like a combination of mold, urine, and cigarettes. Half the lights didn’t work and you could feel the springs coming through the mattress. The bathroom mirror was cracked in half from corner to corner and it was held in place by packing tape. My room was extremely close to the street in a bad neighborhood. Needless to say I bit the bullet and shelled out for a hotel. No way could I stay there.