A filthy, run-down
house filled with strappers. Plaster, spilled
beer, stale cigarette smoke and asbestos abound as disreputable activities continue round-the-clock. A place where drunken, destructive assholes can congregate with like-minded strappers and drink until they spew, then continue drinking. A crack
house - crack + acid + mushrooms + speed + DMT + shitty weed + heady nugs. The sort of place where you party
real, real hard, with burn marks on everything and graffiti genitalia drawn all over the walls. A nasty ass basement to
jam in. We've all heard some fantastic music played here. Percy used to
chill here all the time. If Four Loko was a house, this would be it.
If you're lucky, your strap house has a huge abandoned Masonic temple next door.
We got really wasted on four loko the other night over at fuckin straptown and dropped
acid at 3 AM on a weekday then we went in the temple and tripped over a dead
hooker and bled to death on all the broken glass. Then we went back to the bonfire out back & took more acid. Fuckin strap
house.
