Inspire Me

This reminds me of a motel that my folks managed for a bit in Panama City Beach, Florida in the mid-eighties. The motel is on the East end of town near that big pirate ship/seafood restaurant on the back side of the strip. It was called the “Treasure Chest Motel.”  It was a real trashy 1980’s motel with bands renting rooms for partying and practice and lots of drugs going in and out. Most tenants paid by the week. My bedroom was literally the laundry room. It featured concrete floors and a sliding glass door to the courtyard where I witnessed many late night parties and hook-ups. I had no curtain to block the glass doors. I remember waking up one night to see a man covered in blood staring through the sliding glass door into my room. I don’t know the whole story behind that as I never asked my mom about it. I do remember cops and my stepdad being involved in some dispute. I was 5 and don’t remember much other than getting shocked by a chorus pedal, watching a cartoon called City of Gold and mom sewing patches onto the knees of my Levi’s. I also remember going to Roses department store to get roach spray and I wanted Black Flag roach spray because I saw the band on MTV and I liked them.

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