like a drum baby don’t stop beating..
"I finished it in a couple of days and it looked pretty lame, but it worked. You know, for putting stuff in and whatnot. So when I showed it to uh, Mr. Pike for my grade he looked at it and said, “Is that the best you can do?". At first I thought to myself, “Hell yeah, bitch. Now give me a D and shut up so I can go blaze one with my boys.", I don’t know, maybe it was the way he said it. He wasn’t exactly saying it sucked. He was just asking me honestly, “Is that all you got?" and for some reason I thought to myself, “Yeah, man. I can do better." so I started from scratch. I made another. Then another. By the end of the semester, by like— box number five I’d built this thing. You should’ve seen it. It was insane. Man, I built it out of peruvian walnut. It was fitted with pegs, screws. I sanded it for days until it was smooth as glass. Then I rubbed all the wood with tung oil so it was rich and dark. It even smelled good. You know, you put your nose in it and breathe it. It was… It was perfect."
"What happened to the box?"
"I gave it to my mom."