Flashbacks

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A review written for Amazon.com for a bench constructed of salvaged boat wood. Enjoy.

Submitted: January 05, 2016

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Recycled Salvaged Reclaimed Boat Wood Indoor Outdoor Bench- Sojourn Style Asia Stool
Recycled Salvaged Reclaimed Boat Wood Indoor Outdoor Bench- Sojourn Style Asia Stool Offered by DecoTeak & JazTyPrice: $299.95
2 used & new from $169.95

4.0 out of 5 stars Flashbacks, January 5, 2016
 
I absolutely love my recycled, salvaged, reclaimed boat wood indoor/outdoor bench (sojourn style) stool. It has most definitely filled the void I have carried with me since the date of my somber birth; the lack of recycled, professionally salvaged, reclaimed boat wood that I suffered with growing up in severe poverty with my four younger siblings. An all too common tale of woe and misery, yet one worth telling nevertheless.

With only regular un-recycled, free-floating boat wood, "Poor man's boat wood", as it was condescendingly referred to by upper class. We were so poor in fact, that none of our clothes had holes in them. The kids at school were unforgiving. Neglected as I was; our bastard parents refused to spring for the recycled, salvaged, reclaimed boat wood; and we were forced to salvage it ourselves. We ate, slept and breathed that hard-salvaged boat wood, although it would be years before any one of us could muster the courage to reclaim it for ourselves; much less recycle it into something worthwhile.

Before we knew it we were decades away from the tortured memories of days gone by, how we were left with no logical choice but to wade hip-deep into that great abyss, uncomfortably near shipwreck after shipwreck, salvaging just as much boat wood as humanly possible. Perhaps one day we could manage to garner enough forgotten planks to satisfy our parents' insatiable lust for the tragic remains of the once gay nautical-time merriment. Perhaps.

Mother and Father never were proud of us, however much we gathered day by day. I can still hear the waves clapping for us in unison at our feeble attempts at earning love and attention from the both of them, the only acknowledgement to be received for all our precious childhoods spent serving a sentence that we did not deserve.

If you can hear this Ma, and you too, Pa; did you ever dream of a day like today? A day where just anybody, and I do mean anyone off the street: Doctor, Lawyer, Indian Chief, across social classes and Continents; could just log in to the inter-webs and easily make a digital purchase of their very own bench made of recycled, professionally salvaged, reclaimed boat wood? DID YOU? And if perchance you did, dearest mommy, dearest poppy: Did that dream alone not prevent the cruelty with which you enslaved us all that time; the seasons of Yesterday stained with the sacrifices of tears from the children you harassed day in and day out. How do you sleep at night?

I am casting this godforsaken bench into the metaphorical burn pile, in honor and remembrance of all those children out there suffering silently to this day in shame. The outcast boat wood salvagers, black, white, color indiscriminate. I hear you, we hear you. You are not alone. Let freedom ring, as this ramshackle bench doth crackle with the laughter of your captors; representing our collective sacrifices and woes unsung. Let freedom ring. Go in peace, my children; Find love, live lives of quiet desperation. But dare not go to the grave with the song still in you.
 
Makes a great gift.


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