After a zillion trips up and down a winding, three flight set of steps (his back; his legs), the Complete and Total Loser is at last finished with his move. He put most of his crude and ugly furniture out on the street, where it was snapped up quickly by blacks in pickup trucks. Among the objects he put out were his childhood desk chair. He'd had it since he was ten or so, sitting his dawdling butt down to try (and fail) to study. The Loser may have been sentimental about the chair, but he knows that life is no more than a series of lessons in nonattachment. You can't keep everything, no matter how much it is valued, forever.
|The Loser's childhood desk chair.|