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well if some of you dont know i live in an apartment so i dont have a shop. i hall all my stuff out side on my portch when i make knives. the last apartment owner was fine with me making knives, but the apartments where sold. well to day i was out heat treating my new blade using my small one brick forge. i had the blade in and had a kean eye on the temp. and low and behold the owner walks up to me and starts bugging me about what i think im doing. i say heatreating a knife, and ignor him and keep working the blade in and out. he does not leave me alone and im getting pissed, i would have given him the finger but that hand was holding the magnet
. i quickley pull the blade out and quentch it and it flames up and smokes. he is still bugging me, and i tell him if he wants i could move my stuff out into the parking lot. and he says "or not do it at all". i then repeat my self i could move to the parking lot. he goes on about how im messing up the little carpet infrount of my door, this carper is who knows how old and is the not even realy carpet but kinda like astro turf and has holes all in it. What an ass (we need a bird finger smiley). nothing is going to stop my knife making
