Three reservations and two rooms later, I've found myself in Motel Hell where the walls whisper of sinister things that have gone before. Bloodstains on the bedspread and nicotine stains on the wall have me wondering what karmic error have I made to be rewarded thus.
Escape is 15 miles down the road at the Cherokee Casino. I'm in Tulsa for a work conference and have stolen a few lunchtime minutes to connect to the outside world on a business center computer.
Egad. Have to go. I'm a total techno-addict. With no computer with which to stay in touch, I'm left with glancing at my silent phone wondering where the rest of the world is and hoping the battery doesn't die in case something crawls out from under the stained carpet in my room and I need to call for help....
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