Porkchop's Modern Life

Locked the door to the house this morning and walked out to my car. Had a moment of panic as I forgot I parked in front, not in my usual spot in the driveway, but I really was only half awake to fully care. As I waited for the cars to pass for safe entry in to my vehicle, I started to think about what I should listen to on the way to work. “Ahhhh, today is Thursday.” I thought to myself as I pressed the button to start the engine. Friday Eve. The weekend is so close I can almost taste, smell and feel it. The feeling of the work week ending definitely needed to have a theme song. As I departed from home on my 9 minute journey down Yakima Avenue to work, the sweet sounds of Kylie Minogue’s Love Affair started to bump through my speakers. 3 minutes and 49 seconds of pure nostalgia. Nostalgia of a more simpler time in my life.  “ Now we've only just begun, We're running out of time, I don't wanna think about the sun” It’s a funny thing how your mind can recall such lyrics. I

Sometimes I get to a certain point with people where I slowly start to excuse myself from their lives which is a complete indication that I realize that I do not need them and it's best that they do not need me. Sadly, it is a common occurrence for myself as I tend to be quite selective on who I let into my world. I'm not saying that my world is spectacular or anything, but I do it in order to keep myself from feeling just like another pawn in this big game of chess. I'd like to think I'm more of a bishop since the path I take typically veers at an angle. Anyways, the funny thing about this introduction is that I'm not writing about letting someone go. I'm writing about letting someone in. Which that in itself is a very, very rare development in Porkchop's Modern Life. Pouring. The rain was similar to home. "Do you get rain like this in Washington?" he asked while adjusting the windshield wipers. "Oh yeah." I replied. It was normal. Jus