my old desk couldn't make the move to the new house. it was super wobbly and ready to fall apart. i logged a lot of hours at this wobbly old desk over the last three years. lot of good memories. Schoolpants was born on this desk. that alone makes this desk museum worthy. but this desk literally radiated creative energy. i couldn't have that wasted in a museum. the desk BEGGED me not to let it rot away in a museum, or let it be degraded by sending it back to the Goodwill i got it from, or let it be humiliated by posting it on craigslist. so with tears in my eyes, i beat the hell out of this desk until it was nothing more than a small pile of plywood. rest in pieces, dear friend. you served me well.
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