In my youth, this was the bed in which I slept. Of course it was the sixties, it was the “East Village” and the only other piece of furniture in the apartment was a highly used bean bag.

We expanded the decor by adding an empty cable spool on its side as the dining room table a few weeks later. It was even later enhances by two metal milk crates with seat cushions.

Ah the luxury of youth!
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