So I've finally decided who I'm going to pull for in Sunday's Super Bowl XL. I think I'm going to go with the Steelers.

Why?

Is it because I'm from Pennsylvania and feel a sense of loyalty to my birthstate? Nope

Is it because I really like Bill Cowher and Jerome Bettis and think it would be really swell if these guys won? Not really.

Is it because I will probably we watching the game with a pack of rabid Steelers fans who would stab me with plastic forks and cocktail toothpicks if I show any any sign of support for the enemy? Yeah, that's pretty much it.

"Would you like a beer?" she asked.

"Huh? Uh, yeah, sure", I replied, already forgetting the girl's name. She was young, probably 24ish. The same age I was.

She opened the fridge to fish out a beer. The kitchen was empty. There used to be a table in the middle, but that was a while ago.

I walked to the entryway that separated the kitchen from the living room. I leaned back against the frame. I noticed the furniture that was no longer there. This was a little weird, considering how much happened here.

"I just moved in, sorry for the mess", the girl sheepishly explained.

"Heh, it's probably cleaner than it was when I lived here", I replied.

So there I was. Standing in the living room of 1718 Hills Ave, Apt B. My old place in Hyde Park. Honestly, I really didn't want to be there. You know, I'm quite the nostalgic. Give me a certain song, and I'm lost recalling memories of what was happening when at that time.

I like my memories the way they were, and this was a violation upon them. My apartment on Hills Ave should remain the way I want it to.

I thanked the girl for the beer and left through the side door in the kitchen. It was nice visiting, but I'm very happy with my present reality.