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.

When you eat dirt for the first time and leave your family to build a shack in the woods