Hey, I've been there. Traveling across Canada living out of my car and the
odd hostel. Place felt like the Bates motel. Huge empty ballroom/dining room
that you had to walk through to get to the hotel kitchen and cook your own
food, as a couple of rummy guys explained to me. Creaking doors with eyes
peering out at you. You just know people disappear there.

Nathaniel

>
> Seedy hotel rooms can be found at The Royal Albert Arms,
>
>> LOL!
>>
>> Where's Winnigeg?  :-)
>>
>>
>>
>>
>> Joy
>>
>>
>> :::-----Original Message-----
>> :::From: Vanagon Mailing List [mailto:vanagon@GERRY.VANAGON.COM] On
>> Behalf
>> :::Of Loren Busch
>> :::Sent: Sunday, December 24, 2006 3:05 PM
>> :::To: vanagon@GERRY.VANAGON.COM
>> :::Subject: Re: Writers aren't artists
>> :::
>> :::Dont need no two pages, how about two sentences?
>> :::
>> :::It was growing dark in the seedy Winnigeg hotel room as the
>> naked fakir
>> :::sat
>> :::on his bed of nails, watching his monkey once again try to
>> silence the
>> :::talking cat food can with a hammer.  But above the din he could
>> still
>> :::hear
>> :::the can repeating, over and over again, "Bad Karma, Bad Karma...".
>> :::
>> :::On 12/24/06, Nathaniel Poole <npoole@telus.net> wrote:
>> :::>
>> :::> On 12/24/06 10:34 AM, "Joy Hecht" <jhecht@ALUM.MIT.EDU> wrote:
>> :::>
>> :::>
>> :::> But I think the best enlightenment I can offer is an
>> assignment. Write
>> :::a
>> :::> two
>> :::> page story that must contain a monkey, a hammer, a naked fakir
>> in a
>> :::seedy
>> :::> Winnipeg hotel room, and a talking, philosophical cat food can.
>> :::>
>> :::>