Well, most recently, there's room 309. There's this scary Mexican gangster dude pokin' his finger in my chest. There's his hooligan kids snapping their fingers at me. There's a putrid, rotting corpse of a dead whore stuffed in the springs of the bed. There's rooms blazing afire. There's a big fat needle from God knows where, stuck in my leg, infecting me with God knows what. And finally, there's me, walkin' out the door right fuckin' now. Buenas noches.