The room stank of cigarettes, marijuana and meth smoke. My shoes were sticking to the floor, and I noted lots of tarry gummy black spots on the floor. The bedding had multiple cigarette burns. I didnt want to touch the bed at all, let alone lay in it. I went outside minutes after arriving, and a patron in one of the rooms was yelling, "Die, die, die!" I didn't know what it was about, so I went to the front desk to ask. The guy at the desk behaved suspiciously, and I caught on. I got my stuff and waited for a cab. The concierge asked how long I would be waiting, because I was on his property. I had paid for the room, but he treated me like I was going to bave the police raid his bosses hotel. It was filthy- think dumpster chic. I felt like I was in a haunted house with all the dirt under me.