My first night's stay I go out to dinner. I come and and am greeted by a police line, a couple of Gwinnett Country Sheriffs and a Gwinnett Country:CSI van in the parking lot. Some guy apparently got shot on the second floor, stumbled down the stairs into the parking lot.

My second night's stay I hear some guy talking loud on his cell phone outside my door. I crack open the door and am greeted by a good ol' southern boy, talking loud but almost unintelligible through maybe a half dozen teeth still in his mouth - something straight from "Deliverance".

My third night I'm lying on the bed and am shocked by a movement on my robe. A cockroach had crawled up my bed and up my robe. This wouldn't have been so big a deal if it wasn't for the fact that several nights later the story repeated - another cockroach crawling up my robe.

The place is great if you want to experience a cross section of the soft underbelly of Atlanta at a chep rate, but a little too scary for your average person wanting to be guaranteed a good night's sleep and the hopes of waking up alive in the morning.