dont build

i once found an amazing house with some kind of special energy, i decided to turn this house into my home with a couple of close friends. slowly after the fun months pass and the local street rats start filtering in from all over, paying the hotel fee of a gallon of bartons and maybe a few cigarettes. all fun at first right? what happens when these fat smelly people that use toilet paper as a fillin for a chipped tooth decide to stay all day as awell? a huge fall out happens, stinky people, with no goals and are 30 years old. they said we were friends even though we were ten years apart. in the end it turns out the only thing we had in common was drinking until our faces fell off. what did we talk about? i dont remember? why do i like them? i never knew. who are these people? i'll never know.