95: The Mustang Chair

I was checking in with my reader and asking him what he thought 95 should be. He suggested a few mediocre ideas and then hung up--five minutes later he phoned back with a real blast from the past: The Mustang Chair. For those of you that are not familiar with the mustang chair it was a red pleather armchair with wagon wheel arm rests and a large mustang embroidered in the back rest. It graced my basement haunt during during the late nineties. It is clear to point out that I have lead a very tame life, yet this fact has never really bothered me because of the mustang chair. I have never gone to see strippers let alone had a lap dance, yet the fact that for five years I possessed the chair that seems to be the single most perfect chair to receive a lap dance in makes me proud. The mustang chair was my lone but worthy piece of bacheloria and although it made a brief appearance in my married life the Mustang chair refused to be tamed and made its way downstairs to a worthy bachelor pad. Tonight I just got news that the mustang had its leg broken and was sent to the junk yard--rest in peace Mustang Chair.