The room smelled funny, there was feces smeared on the door frame of the bathroom, there was a man with his door propped open, walking back and forth, from his bathroom to his open room door, with a cigarette in is mouth. The foot of the bed was higher than the head, and the floor was hardwood linoleum tile. I left a he room, upon entering. We squeezed into a Hilton Garden to wash off the depression.