Heath Landt | D10 | Cb Fin

Neon is in your veins.

Born in a place older than your family; you've grown up in a strange home where there's dozens of bedrooms and bathrooms to play in. Places where your mother and father rent out to people who need them or let others live for free. The Whirlwind Motel was a strange home to you. Some days you wonder who would make a home out a place like this where every room is the same layout over and over, but the years have transformed what was once something different into something new. You've grown up with carpets of different strange colors ripping on the edges and bedrooms that extend for floors over and over again. Neon lights was in your blood; dripping with life in these walls.

You were always a comfortable guy; unapologetically yourself. School was difficult, but you grew up with hard labor and working as ranch hands when you didn't help ma and pa with your home. The place has been in your family for as long as you can remember; grandparents upon grandparents having had it before your family. You were comfortable working hard to do what you want; build upon the place and create a life of your own. The ranches supplying you with work and when you come home to that neon sign it's a washing image over you. People living in your family's home because when you're poor there's nowhere else to go. You've seen people suffer enough to know to offer a place.

People would say your family is kind, but in reality you're just humane. This is only the basics of what your family could offer and in some ways, you wish they didn't. Home was always loud with families packing into rooms to spend days in their small rooms that they called home. You provided a kindness to them and in many ways you loved feeling apart of the community.

The Whirlwind Motel was a home to many.

You just happened to be apart of it.