2008 [aka 808]

I bought a desk chair on sale at an office supply store cheap. I put
it together with an Allen wrench. Allen was a smart motherfucker.
There are no arm rests. It is not much of a chair. I sat in thrones
first, gave them a test drive. Stitched leather, so many different
angles to sit in, most leaning back away from the desk where my hands
need to be, where my fingers need to wiggle and tap letters. They came
in huge boxes that needed to be delivered (for a fee) but my cheap
little chair was light enough to carry home under one arm. Allen
helped me put it together. I sat in it, up straight, worked my core,
typed. Typed words that made sentences that made paragraphs that made
a sound somewhere in somebody's head who I will never meet. I wonder
what happened to Allen.