You were over at Young Neil's place. His house was a real shithole. His house reaked of rotten food and mold. Nothing was swept, nothing was cleaned, and there was stuff almost everywhere. Neil's room was a little better, but still messy. He had a depression room. Trash, clothes, and dirty dishes piled up in his room. It was better up here, sure, but you could hear his parents fight even more. "So, uhm... sit where ever." Young Neil said with a smile as he on his bed.