I have bad news for those that loved the white computer desk. It came into existence as Jeremy’s desk. Later, it came to my care where it stayed for several years content in my attic. Finally, there was a place for its special use in my apartment. On October 12, 2008 it decided to try to fly on its own as it flew out of the truck I was using to carry it to my new abode. I watched as it shattered into many pieces as its attempt failed. White desk, you will be missed.
White desk, I remember when you were mine. You were a high school graduation gift for me some 14 years ago (has it really been that long?). You were strong and served me well. I’m sorry to hear of your untimely demise.
I think your severed hutch might still be hanging out at my parents house though. Kind of grotesque, I guess.
You’ll never know if you can fly or not if you don’t try.
On second thought, maybe it’s better to not try to fly if you don’t know.