Life and it's Metaphors

Prologue

"If I could save time on a bottle, the first thing that I'd like to do, is to save every day to eternity passes away just to spend them with you." The old radio quietly croons out in the corner of the living room a Jimmy Croce goldie oldie. The rain hammers against the cool glass of the small apartment, which, despite the amount of light fixtures inside, seems dark and gloomy. A flash of lightning startles a young man from his sleep. He awakens, neck sore from the awkward position sitting in the chair. Groaning, he slowly gets up, putting the xbox controller and screwdriver on a shelf. As a computer specialist Jack had expected to find work helping build servers or giving pointers for starter PC builders, but in finding little need for them in such a throwaway society, he had needed to broaden his search until he landed a job working on old gaming equipment. Consoles, memory cards, controllers, AV cables, the list goes on. The last lot must have came across a witch and got cursed to have screws as stubborn as they were. Shutting off the radio, Jack yawns. Checking the old clock hanging lopsidedly on the wall, he yawns again. It's 5 AM. Another big beautiful day taking apart stubborn, rusty outdated computer equipment and once put together see it go to some little kid who lacks the patience, understanding or maturity to take care of the stuff. Jack sips some coffee from last night, shuddering at both the bitter taste and the thought of old CDs being left all over, vulnerable to being scratched and broken, while the kid rages at his old console for not ejecting the disc tray immediately like his older brother's does. In Jack's eyes, it would be more tasteful to throw them out than give them to some squeaker, but throwing them out doesnt give him the money needed to pay his rent and food bill. Jack pours the last of his coffee down the sink, gets his jacket and goes to work.