we stayed at a hotel and the man who owned it wore a smile that hid his illict lifestyle. the lst impression devauled him but the imagination didnt seem to agree with the truth. howie was his name. short asian bald complimented by sweat pants and a hawian shirt. his english was poor and his smile was not conforting but creepy and distrubing. the words that came from his mouth were quick and nervous.it all made sense that the events to come would enevitably happen. but we never really thought they could. we were drinking in the clever garden howie made infront of the hostel. complete with lawn orniments, chirstmas lights and fake palm trees. the police stormed the building and left us alone in our thoughts. howie went to prison, for a relationship that dindnt agree with his generations. the hotel was ours and the jail was howies.... the end