Where is the madness

Imagine this:
you come home on a friday night, you look at the window-only to see a open sign, the house is full and reeking of smoke, and there are a whole bunch of empty beer cans everywhere around the house. Your whole neighbourhood is over at your house, drinking with your parents into the wee hours of the night. Theres a little sign on the wall that says "NO BITCHING ABOUT THE SMOKE," and you want to go to bed but you can't fall asleep because you sleep in a room under the kitchen, where everyone is stomping around.
This is what my life has been like growing up.