¡Adios!
There it is: my office chair. Left at the curb for the trash man.
It’s been broken for as long as I can remember (the back comes loose), but it’s still the most comfortable chair in the office. I must readjust it twenty times a day.
I reckon I have 7,500 butt hours in that thing. Harder’n hell to throw it away.
Do you feel that – a connection to things you’ve used a long time? It’s like a superstition, like something of me rubs off on my personal property.
March 27, 2025 — 7:37 pm
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