I’m sitting in the student union at the University of Miami with some friends. They’re
talking about messy dorm rooms. One of the guys nominates me as having the best
(worst?) all time messy room. Well, not long before that I couldn’t get into my own room
because there was so much crap on the floor that the door, which opened inwards,
wouldn’t budge! I had to climb through the window.

I said,

 “Nah, I cleaned it up. You can see the other bed now!”

“What other bed?” was the shocked reply. See, the trash started at the edge of the door
and got deeper as it approached the edge of the bed on a gentle incline. The physics of
piles of crap being what they are, the edge of the bed began another sloping pile
climbing up toward the wall. These eventually merged into one smooth 15-foot-long
sloping pile of shoes, clothes, towels, books, sports gear, magazines, and any other item
that had ever come into my possession during those four years! When I shared this with Joyce she ventured that her son was ADHD. When he gets home from school it was like a white tornado entering the house leaving it in disarray in minutes!