27

27 Mokee Lane, 26 spots filled and 1 open for me. 27 members, 27 glasses of milk, 27 hits around the room, 27 weeks I spent with those whack jobs before shit hit the fan. 27 seconds to live, motherfucker, 27 rules and I can only recall one:

No one here gets out alive.

Welcome to the 27 Club.