“Oh my what a room!” my mother exclaimed. Dirty laundry, guitar picks, and that’s just a start. Trash spread across my floor like sand on a beach making it impossible to see the carpet. Red balloons from my birthday a month ago and some birthday candles too. Leftover Doritos, cake, water, and popcorn in my homemade buffet where does it end? My mother asks “Are you going to clean this up,” and I reply, “One man’s trash is another man’s gold.” She glances at me with fire in her eyes as I eat my chocolate out of my wicker basket.