Hack House

The hack house is where I lost my voice and my dignity.

I went to the hack house and came out with a hangover and a new nickname.

The hack house is the only place where my cousin’s rapping is acceptable.

The hack house is where my brother and his friends started a food fight with pizza and revenge.

I went to the hack house and got hit by a volleyball and a joke.

The hack house is where my sister’s dog ran away with a muffin.

The hack house is where my neighbor’s dog barked at midnight and my cousin’s playlist at the same time.

I went to the hack house and my ears are still ringing from the music and the yelling.

The hack house is where my brother’s loudspeaker is louder than my teacher’s voice.

The hack house is where I spilled my soda on my friend’s mom and got a new nickname.

I went to the hack house and got locked out with my friend’s pet.

The hack house is where my cousin’s dance party turned into a pizza fight.

The hack house is where I stayed until the last song and got a new tattoo.

I went to the hack house and my friend’s mom joined the dance party.

The hack house is where I forgot my keys and my dignity.

The hack house is where I got stuck with my cousin’s playlist and a pizza box.

I went to the hack house and got locked in with my friend’s dog.

The hack house is where I had to eat pizza and listen to my cousin’s rapping.