His father is creative that way; he made his own patterns and sewed clothes for The Boy when he was a wee bairn. The Boy never followed instructions when putting something together, he looked at the picture of the finished product and went from there. We put together a futon frame once and he had it sorted out while I was still counting all the screws.
Here's a picture of my behemoth "grandsmoker". Feel free to have a cigar for me.
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