We spent the better part of a day getting this door into that doorway. It required nearly every tool the Bald Man owns, and there was no small degree of awe and cussing.

We banged and cut like mad and peeled wall from around the frame, and it made some terrible dust and the Bald Man wore a white mask over his mouth, like a goddamned chicken shit.

Speaking of chicken shits, Rothko is not a fan of: 1) Dremels 2) Sanders 3) Anything that bangs.