I was noticing Shaun, the W Main St crack-dealer who was next door to me at yet another motel, was having a biker pick up what could only be drugs or recording material. I sat in the Decatur Inn Motel after I returned from the doctor with my phone camera directly recording a specific vehicle. After a while, here comes a guy with Sunday-best little girls trying to get in my field of view, skipping in circles around used Decatur Inn Motel mattresses next to a garbage dumpster. While they use these children, the driver "posts" up, squatting down looking at me like he "caught me" even though they were not even at the motel when I started recording. "Shaun" is a piece of shit.