bang, bang, crunch

I'm lazing about in our basement laundry room, lying on a makeshift bedroll composed of two scruffy blankets and a pillow. Overhead, in our kitchen, today's renovation team is hard at work: two Korean guys and one or two Hispanic dudes are hammering away, beating our house into submission, violently rearranging its facial features into something pleasing.

I've done my work for the day. With Dad this morning, I wrestled three couches curbside along with a bed frame, two mattresses, a large particle board, a large desk, and a futon (my brother Sean's). The sound of construction continues upstairs, and I'm kicking back.


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