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Maybe like 20 years ago, my partner and I were at a couple-friends' apartment on a hot sweaty summer day. The four of us sitting in a small circle on the hardwood living room floor, smoking a bowl.. Nothing but the sound of the flicking lighter, and the squeaky hum of the ceiling fan providing us with some margin of relief from the heat. Ahh...
Then boom. The ceiling fan's loose screw squeaked its last squeak and the whole fixture fell, heavy-ass motor assembly and all, exactly in the middle of our circle. One of the wooden blades nicked my friend on the way down for a bloody eyebrow. But the heavy middle part, which could've killed any of us, landed right in the middle of our little arms-length bowl circle. This wasn't one of those skinny modern fans you install by yourself.. The thing was freakin' heavy.
"Whoa."