The thing about this chair that's genius is the swiveling disc it rests on, allowing the piece to spin 360 degrees, because when you first sat down in it at Wickes Furniture in Orlando, circa 1984, you were like, "Ha, ha! Look at this ugly chair!" and then the salesman came by and inconspicuously put some force into the back of the chair, and suddenly you were spinning, getting so dizzy, so fucked up, and you couldn't think straight and a severely jostled part of your brain was saying, "Hey, maybe this would be fun to have in the living room? Kind of wild? Kind of kicky?" And then the chair was slowing, except the colors still appeared to be whipping around you, as if you were unbelievably still rotating, and you became so disoriented that you pulled out your American Express and sloppily signed the delivery order and then, to your great bewilderment, it arrived the next day at your condo?