I remember spending a summer mixing chemicals in here.
God knows what the feck I inhaled. Paid to go to Glastonbury tho.
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In college I took a print shop class taught by someone who had worked on the printing presses for the L.A. Times in the '40s.
He once picked up a jar of liquid, sniffed it, shrugged... and then held it out and asked, "is this turpentine?"
Chemicals had totally destroyed his sense of smell.