it only looks abandoned/ neither charleen or i had enough in our savings account to buy a condo in marina del rey/ so we spent all of the money on a bottle of tequila from the drive by window at drive by liquors/ big window real convenience/ somehow we found ourselves at the encino (not the california one, the new mexico one) motel/ the encino motel was the only motel on the planet that had no bed/ you either slept on the floor or you went over by the highway, and you found a bed, usually with bed bugs, in one of those fancy motels, and one clean towel, such as luxury was in encino, new mexico/ why were we in encino/ never you mind/  those charges never stuck anyway/ the encino motel was kinda famous cuz it was a whorehouse with no beds/ hookers loved it because the tricks never lingered/ the next time charleen robs a 7-11, remind me to reiterate to charleen that the last time she robbed a 7-11, we ended up at the encino motel which is a shit hole somewhere in new mexico/