One night you’re walking past an old hotel, a run-down place you see every day. You thought it was abandoned but inside it looks like there’s a party going on. Lots of drugs—fast, slow, deadly. Plenty of sex—good, bad, funny. And firearms? Yes lots of guns. The doors to all the rooms are open—there’s a frisky LA waitress in one, the Eggman in another, Babs the dancer is there, plus plenty of cranky old people, and a dead cat or two. Are you walking into a funhouse or madhouse?