
LumberManiac
Cabin Rookie
Sep 1, 2005
2AM I awake to the groaning of wood, or maybe it’s whatever is inside. I don’t check, all I know is that it wakes me up. It just sits there in the middle of my room, this crappy cabinet facing me every morning. I know I didn’t make it. I mean, nobody, who knew what they were doing would use mismatched woods like wood laminates, bamboo. and birch. The paint looks like it was half heartedly sanded and given up on. I don’t know how this shoddy cabinet ended up by my bedside. It is a disgrace of lumber and I can hardly stand knowing such a boondoggle exists.
I’ve thought about fixing it and showing how a real craftsman creates a piece of furniture, but there’s this thing inside. It groans when I open the doors and stretches alongside the swing of the door. Its skin straining to hold whatever lies underneath together. Whatever it is, it’s lifeless until I disturb it. I’ve tried waiting, feeding it, and I shot it a few times. With nothing of a response besides its half hearted groans. A friend convinced me I should post on here and get some advice.
I’ve thought about fixing it and showing how a real craftsman creates a piece of furniture, but there’s this thing inside. It groans when I open the doors and stretches alongside the swing of the door. Its skin straining to hold whatever lies underneath together. Whatever it is, it’s lifeless until I disturb it. I’ve tried waiting, feeding it, and I shot it a few times. With nothing of a response besides its half hearted groans. A friend convinced me I should post on here and get some advice.


