Entering a loud, chaotic room is prefered by few. Walking through a space that is cluttered with bodies sharply moving as their mouths blurt out obsceneties could be considered something along the lines of dredful. Passing along sticky floors while booze if dripping off fingers of these unclear figures. Terrifying. That is my home. Not exactly my residence but they say home is where the heart lies anyways. It was a little past two in the morning when I zoomed through the residential neighbor and barely parked before I ran through the front door. Ecstatic. Even after a long eight hour work shift, sleep was the last thing on my mind. I wanted the comfort of my friends. My family. From the court yard I hear loud laughter, slurred hollering, and a dance remix of a Kings of Leon song. Home. The quick greetings and mutual excitement uopn my arrival radiated off their liqour soaked breath. Reassurance. Drinking rootbeer vodka from the bottle, it was about to be another good night.