the fall of the amazing human lobster

“it’s fine, it’s fine”

Art Room 004 smelled. It had two distinct funks: weed and Febreze Air Effects  (strawberry and fig), sprayed indiscriminately by Noah in the hopes of covering up the smell of weed. It was 8:15 a.m. and the air already stank of summer fruits. Sam, second only to Noah as the highest and least productive art student in…