September 1994

Journal Entry from Duluth Minnesota:

MOTEL $18 a night. Smells like urine and mould.
But TV! and an unpurposeful surrealist painting of a blacksmithy.
Huge water mark on the ceiling.
Blue mottled carpet so stained it looks green and no Gideon Bible!
No closet rod and a whole solar system of fuzzy fungus in said useless, doorless closet. Blue wood panelling?
and nobby bedspreads.
Public school heater and tea towels for drapes.

The neon flashes the simple, obvious name: MOTEL in the theme hue of blue.

Aaron (the guy giving us the cross-country ride who has herpes) would take Mudhoney's song "Fuck me, I'm sick" and use it as his anthem.