I hated this couch. The housemate I originally moved into this house with bought it new. We’d lived in a couple of houses together previously and he bought it ’cause he wanted something that hadn’t been “pissed on, fucked on, shat on, or spewed on”. He left temporarily, soon afterward. A couple moved in, and quickly set about fucking, so loudly that the neighbours mentioned it, all over that bright red couch. It was bloody uncomfortable and I never used it. I put it in the spare-room as a pretty little draw-card for the traveling couples I sometimes had in.