If I was in the bedroom he would park by the window. I once went to drain my pissbag, but paused in the hallway for 10 minutes - just instinct. Suddenly Keith quit fake snoring and Fat Tits (aka "pocky") said from Keith's bedroom "Where's he at?" Keith said something, then he faked snored again and Fit Tits said "Oh. Sorry, bro." Look, I don't mind homosexuality, but peeking in on a guy while emptying his urostomy is something beyond fetish - it's exploitation. This is the same guy that picked up the Main St Crack-dealer in the room next to me at the Decatur Inn Motel.