this is the cube chair. when brian and i first met, like i might not have even known his last name at the time, he banged two of these out in one evening. i just stood there for hours watching him in complete amazement. while we were working, our neighbor -a plasma cutter- was also working. over a period of about four hours, our space was slowly - and unbeknownst to us - filling up with a yellow death-like haze. i left the space to call my mom and when i got back i told b that we should probably get out of there. the next day i thought i was going to die of black lung. brian, of course, was not phased. such is our story.
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