October 28th, 2009 by Neal
I was playing guitar on some new strings (went out and found a cool local guitar store today), caterwauling, and as I was cranking away my chair arm snapped. Like, in half. I was lucky in that the backing held, but strangely, the plastic arm rest gave out before the bolt holding it in.
I’ve had this seat for quite a while. I use and abuse writing chairs like a sumbitch, and this one’s no exception. I had one before this I rode until it started lilting almost imperceptibly to the left, in that way where you have someone else sit down and they’re like, “No, you’re crazy. You’re crazy.” And yet, you spend twelve hours in the thing, all of a sudden it’s like a pea below fifteen matresses.
I didn’t really have a very good desk until three Mexican dudes who couldn’t speak English ran a stop sign and wrecked the old car. Threw out my back, got me a decent little settlement (I think I cleared 1500 dollars for two months of pain, if I recall right. I bought a clear glass desk I use to this day, and it’s on its last legs too. Missing end caps. Rust. I’ve just annihilated this fine piece of equipment in six years.
I tossed the first chair after about two years, wrecked it totally, then spent a good chunk of change on the second one. I think the first one was a hundred fifty bucks, this last one was two hundred sixty if I recall correctly. More ergonomic, stronger in most respects, more hardly. I saw it new somewhere recently and almost wept at its purity compared to what I am in now. Imagine a shoe after walking on it for a year.
I figure this one might be salvageable with a little Gorilla Glue. I heard a crackling the other day, tried to find where it was coming from, no dice.
