TJ’s room is just as dirty as any other teenage boys room. As I enter, I am immediately aware of a horrible mixture of smells coming from old food and dirty clothes. To the left of the door sit’s a big black desk that has been made into an entertainment center and a television topped with dirty glasses and tiki punch cans. As I look down, I see clothes, shoes, and an ipod that has probably been lost for days piled up on the floor. Also to the left is a pale blue bed sheet that somehow found its way off of the bed and onto the floor just like everything else. As I made my way over the bed, I realized how horrible it was. How can somebody sleep on this? Not only did it smell like sweat, but you can feel the springs and the blanket was extremely rough and felt somewhat like a rug. After smelling the sweaty bed, my first instinct was to open a window but little did I know, his windows didn’t open. Pretty high from the ground stood two tiny square windows that gave you a view of the wonderful roofing job someone had done. After realizing this, I walked over to the night stand next that was being used as a trash can. The half of a pop tart sitting there was so hard it could have been used as a weapon and if anyone was allergic to mold, the bread on the peanut butter and jelly would have been deadly. Finally, I took a risk and decided to open up the closet. As I slid open the big white door a pair of nike running shoes fell onto my feet and a hanger slid off of the clothes laying on the closet floor. Now, usually when you look into a closet you’d see clothes hanging up, shoes on the floor, and a hamper with some dirty clothes in it. This closet was completely different. Both dirty and clean clothes were mixed together on the floor, shoes were mismatched, random wrinkled papers were scattered throughout the clothes, and all but three hangers laid on the floor. As I shut the closet and made my way to the door, I stopped and turned for one last look, hoping my future...