I write this from a hotel room.
Hotel and motel rooms have played an ominous part in my history.
They were the places I'd scurry off to, to hide in the shadows and self-destroy.
The first time I did this was in 2009, I think. Sometime around then. I was supposed to go on a road trip with my family, out to the Pacific Northwest.
The night before we
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