A 13 year-old boy finds an easy-to-read, how-to manual for magic. Now he just has to prevent everyone else from stealing it.
CRAWL SPACE WORK
My hips are so sore I can't sleep on my sides and my elbows look like a baboon's butt.
It’s the result of one day of crawl space work.
To the average able-bodied red-blooded American, the single most repellent thing about working in the trades, I would guess, would be crawl space work. You’re crawling and working and this unsavory combination takes place in a cramped, dark, dirty, dusty, and spider-infested space. It’s ugly work. . .