My favorite crack motel: an eleven room motel on Centinella in Inglewood that was so bad you had to get the room key from another flophouse motel 3 miles away on LaBrea (no manager would stay there--even in daylight).
It was creaky and creepy and the walls reaked of urine, mold and methamphetamine, but I could get a sort-of-bed and an indoor toilet for $17 a night.
There was usually a vacancy there on Saturday nights ( a hard thing to find in Los Angeles ) because the singing from the church choir next door on Sunday mornings was extremely disturbing to the motel's usual crackhead clientele.
It was creaky and creepy and the walls reaked of urine, mold and methamphetamine, but I could get a sort-of-bed and an indoor toilet for $17 a night.
There was usually a vacancy there on Saturday nights ( a hard thing to find in Los Angeles ) because the singing from the church choir next door on Sunday mornings was extremely disturbing to the motel's usual crackhead clientele.
Tags: crack motel, homeless, homelessness, flophouse, Inglewood, Los Angeles, LaBrea, Centinella, creepy, reaked of urine, vacancy, Saturday night, crackhead, methamphetamine, indoor toilet
Damn. Just damn.
ReplyDeleteThe place finally just fell down. Another L.A. landmark gone.
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