East Side Motel

This was a last minute stop during bad weather. The price was cheap. The room smelled terribly of smoke. Carpet felt really gross and the pillow cases looked dirty. If they invested in a good carpet cleaner, nice bedding, made rooms non smoking they would have a nice little mountain motel.

This is an excellent choice for anyone visiting Gatlinburg on a budget. I’ve stayed here multiple times, and the cost is 45 – 50 dollars per room. Each room has two double beds, and the bathrooms are clean and there’s no smell at all, which is rarer than you might think given the price range. Add free wifi, and its a no-​brainer. Its a short walk up from the Hard Rock café, and very convenient to the rest of downtown. I know I’ll be staying here every time I go up to the Smokys :)

I have only been to the Eastside Motel once before, and if I can recall, it is where rhythm is life and life is rhythm. On that particular day, I was tweaking into a whole new level. If you smoke like I smoke, then you’re high like everyday. But G-​Funk, on this day, I would dare to step to this. I mean funk on a whole new level. Turn your world upside down, like as if the rhythm is the base and the base is the treble. If you know like I know, you wouldn’t want to step to this. I mean it was funked out on a gangsta twist.
I was really relieved to have finally made it to the East Side Motel. It’s not located in a rather nice neighborhood. I almost got jacked by some busters, but thankfully my boy Nate Dogg stepped in to regulate the situation.
I can remember that day like it was yesterday. It was a clear black night with a clear white moon. I was walking on the streets, just trying to consume some skirts for the eve. So I hooks a left on the 21 to Lewis and some brothers were shooting dice, so I said, «let’s do this.» I’m a rather sharp dice shooter, but those brothers pulled some gats on me. I was least expecting it. I could not believe that these brothers were taking my wealth. I mean they took my rings and they took my Rolex, and I looked at the brothers and said, «Damn, what’s next?» That’s when they got the guns to my head and I was thinking that I was going down. I couldn’t believe this was happening in my hometown. I remember thinking to myself that if I had wings I could fly away.
Then I glanced in the cut and I see my homey Nate. He had sixteen in the clip and one in the hole. He really let his gat explode. He laid all them busters down. They were dropping and yelling, but it was a tad bit late. Nate Dogg sure made some bodies turn cold. But to his defense, he had to regulate.
After Nate Dogg regulated the situation, we had to switch our minds back into freak mode. Nate was full of adrenaline then, and he started boasting, «if you want skirts step back and observe, I just left a gang of those over there on the curb.» I was like, yeah right!
But it was true. Apparently, he was on a mission to find me. He had just hit the eastside of the LBC, and seen a car full of skirts. Since all the skirts around here know what’s up with the 213, there was no need for him to tweak. But those hookers were looking so hard they straight hit the curb.
That’s also about the same time Nate saw me getting jacked.
So now it’s a known fact that Nate got the freaks, and before I got jacked I was on the same track. So we thought we should back up and see if the girls were in the same spot as before. Just like I thought, they were in the same spot and in need of some desperate help. We were in need of something else, so we thought why not trade services.
One of them dames was sexy as hell so I said, «ooh I like your style.» She said, «my car’s broke down and you seem real nice, would you let me ride?» At that point, everything was going so swell. I got a car full of girls and so we thought the next stop should be the East Side Motel.