I don’t know who invented the front porch, but whoever did is a fucking genius. I spotted an old guy just straight posting up on one the other day and legit got pumped. Rocking chair, cold drink, taking in the soon-to-be sunset. Legit said, “fuck yeah” out loud. Girlfriend was confused. Then I was confused why she didn’t seem to understand why I thought the reaction was more than warranted.

Maybe I’m just a simple man, Skynyrd style, but you give me a two-bedroom house with a front porch in a small town... I’m good. Cancel all future possessions.

I live in LA, so when it comes to owning a house (god forbid a house with a front porch), I’m basically screwed. CBTM needs to 10x before Uncle Bobbo starts looking at some standalone properties. Which, you know, I’m ok with. I like my life. A couple extra bucks can’t hurt, but chasing the dollar isn’t ever going to be my #1 priority. That is, until I saw this guy on his front porch.

I need this. Lil’ bev, lil’ rock (rocking chair), lil’ sunset, lil’ waft of a cherry pie cooking in the kitchen, lil’ “How the boys look? State?, lil’ chat with the sheriff, lil’ open carry.

Need. Whatever it takes. Steal, cheat, con my way into a front porch. Squatter? Might be worth it. I’m telling you, the way the guy was posted up… not a care in the world. Sins, completely washed away. That’s the thing with front porches man, they don’t care who you are, where you came from, how you got there. Nah… front porches create vibes and you’re just the vessel.

I need this shit in my life.

- Bobby D

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I Need a Front Porch in My Life.