The green room is trashed. Peanut butter is caked on the floor, while empty beer cans and cases of energy drinks are scattered around the room. Cups of liquor are still sitting on the floor. A computer chair is in the shower. As Sam Summers makes his way through the wreckage and sits down on one of the couches, a dried pickle rests near his foot. He explains that no one has cleaned things up yet in the basement of People’s Court.