esh forest pine scent. That scent didn’t last very long though. Faster then the air freshener deodorized the house, a dirty smell quickly swept through the house like a strong gust of wind. In a brief panic my boyfriend grabbed a wad of garbage bags and began to help me clean up.Overwhelmed by the mess, I began picking up all the garbage off the floor. As my boyfriend walked through the room doing the same, I could hear the sound of already broken glass crunching into millions of more pieces under his shoe. With almost all the garbage off the floor, it was easier to actually see the carpet. The mess that was grounded into the carpet was even more of a nightmare then what was covering it. The entire top of every marbleized counter in the house was covered with mugs half full of beer, glasses with cigarette butts submerged in what looked like dirty river water and bowls of half ate potato chips that were soggy and surrounded by little flies that feasted on the leftover crumbs. Now that all the dirty, grungy glasses and bowls were collected, I began to wash them. After washing what seemed like an entire army’s dishes, I ran the dishwasher disposal. As I reached over to flick the switch along the neighboring wall, a harsh clanging noise came from the disposal, piercing my throbbing eardrums. My boyfriend came running, as if he were in the hundred meters Olympic track race to make sure everything was ok. He reached his hand in the disposal that looked like the black hole only to find what were chunks of glass thrown into it by some sloppy drunk who was probably stumbling around like a clown in the circus. I couldn’t believe what careless idiots had should up at my house.Finally done cleaning what was possible in the kitchen, I moved onto the bathroom, which connects, to the rough ripple designed deck of the pool. In the shower was the bone-dry keg. Hundreds of red plastic Dixie cups surrounded the huge metal keg. On the Me...
