I think I was going for something like this.

I was 11 years old, and I came home with the bus and it was really cold and snowy outside. So I would go inside and put on a thick, flannel lumberjack shirt, and tuck it into my jeans. Then I would take this fake cigarette that I had made from rolled up paper, and I would go in the garage and use all of the tools and just paint wood- just random pieces of wood that I would chop up and file and play with the tools and I would pretend that I was smoking and listen to the radio.

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