Sweet, sweet victory...

Well, I always hated the blue chair in my living room. It was my roommates chair. He called it a family heirloom...a way to remember his grandpa. Well, that would be sweet of him, were his grandpa no longer alive and were this actually an heirloom. Instead, it was just an ugly, broken chair.

It couldn't be sat in any longer, because the seat had broken. Now pieces of wood would stab the hind quarters of any man who dared sit on this foul beast. I bought some new chairs for the living room. It was time for the blue thing to hit the road. I told my roommate that it would be gone when he returned from Florida.

Well, it was Friday night, and he would be returning the next day. It had to go--in steps the hero of the hour, Adam Anglin. He ran and jumped onto the chair. He jumped on it--as a young child would bounce upon his bed. He shouted gleefully, "Drew's not here! Drew's not here!" It struck us all--tonight was our chance. Adam, Stephen, Mace, and I had been secretly trying to destroy this thing for months. Now, would be our time.

I thought of Aragorn's words at the Black Gate in The Return of the King--"There will come a time when the strength of men will fail, but today is not that day." It was indeed not that day. We would break through wood, glue, fabric, and steel. In the end, armed only with a pair of scissors & a hatchet & our own determination, we stood victorious over that piece of crap.


Mace, Stephen, & Adam stand behind their "kill."


All that remains of a once "great" chair.