tick tock.

tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock…the world is passing by.  coming closer to the end.  noises everywhere.  dirty smells and dirty people.  chaos ensues as Johnny leaves his house one last time.  he will never see his daughter grow up.  he is ailing and he doesn’t even know it.  eight hours left to live and he doesn’t know it.  nor does his beautiful wife and beautiful daughter.  he should have stayed home.  stayed in bed.  held his girls.  but he didn’t.  chasing the american dream.  constantly.  he enters his car.  his green car.  his smelly car.  ashtray filled with cigarette butts.  seats filled with cigarette holes.  he turns the ignition and the car starts.  he drives.  one last look back at his beautiful family.  his drive is filled with anxiety.  laughter.  sadness.  smiles.  seven hours and thirty minutes left.  forty five years of life coming to an end and he doesn’t even know it.  life is cruel.  he turns right.  he turns left.  he drives straight.  he yells at a cyclist.  he yells at an old lady with no shoes on.  he honks the horn at a one eyed panhandler.  music is getting louder.  sweating now.  Johnny is not looking good.  he goes through Timmies drive thru and orders a large double double and a breakfast sandwich.  he will never go through Timmies drive thru again.  many things final.  he pulls out of the drive thru and drives.  one hand on coffee.  the other on the wheel.  he eventually arrives at work.  he pulls up to the side entrance and parks his shitty green car.  He opens the door and gets out.  he tosses his finished double double in the garbage and quickly eats his breakfast sandwich.  HE DOESN’T WANT TO BE LATE FOR WORK!!!
  he walks in to the dirty building and says “HI” to the old unattractive secretary.  she has a big grin on her face.  he walks down the boring hallway and turns right.  he enters the bathrrom and looks under all the stalls.  he pulls down his pants and sits on the seat.  he pulls out his big penis and begins to stroke it.  stroke it.  stroke it.  stroke it.  stroke it.  he is sweating and panting.  Johnny hopes nobody will enter the washroom.  “ah…ah…ah…ah…ah…uh!!!”  he blows his load into his left hand and transfers it onto some white toilet paper and then tosses it into the empty toilet.  he looks under the other stalls one last time and exits.  doesn’t wash his hands.  he arrives at his office cubicle and sits down.  turns on his computer and checks facebook.  checks sports.  looks at his inbox.  back to facebook.  back to sports.  Johnny’s mind is racing but WHY???  he doesn’t know.  nor do his doctors.  nor does his wife or beautiful daughter.  Johnny is crazy but sane and funny.  bored.  he looks around and ponders life.  he thinks of the past.  good times.  bad times.  more good than bad.  sexual conquests.  arrests.  drunken nights.  blackouts.  threesomes.  fivesomes.  handsome men and handsome women.  some the same person.  he farts but nobdy notices.  nobody ever notices Johnny.  Johnny is lonely sometimes.  Johnny is going to die in four hours.  But who is Johnny?  and why is he sitting in a boring cubicle in a boring office in a boring city?  why did he just blow his load in the boring washroom stall?  too many questions?  nobody ever has answers.  Johnny continues.  he has placed his first call of the day.  REJECTION.  second call.  REJECTION.  back to facebook.  everybody’s lives are soooooo important.  Johnny goes to the kitchen in the office and looks in the fridge.  mouldy cheese and mouldy sardines.  he eats them both.  he turns around and for the first time in his life realizes that he will eventually die.  he also notices that he is the only one in his office.  what happened to the unattractive secretary???  Johnny walks and walks and walks.  he calls his wife.  no answer.  he looks on the computer.  there is nothing there.  he looks outside.  nothing.  he tries to jerk off again but can’t get hard.  he looks in the mirror and sees wrinkles.  dead eyes.  shrivelled up hair.  scratches.  lesions.  scars.  “HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!!”  no one answers.  Johnny starts smashing the walls.  the windows.  the lights.  he finds a baseball bat.  it is signed by Doug Ault.  Johnny smiles.  he calmly walks around the office smashing everything in his way.  he is now naked.  bleeding.  screaming.  crying.  snot pouring out of his nose.  red snot.  everything is red.  water enters the building.  the floors are filled with red water.  “it’s okay Johnny.  you’re okay.”  “just breathe Johnny.  your parents are no longer here.”  “you will be fine Johnny.”  “life can be soo happy.  can’t it Johnny?”  the loudspeaker talks.  and talks.  and talks.  naked Johnny runs for the door.  locked.  “LET ME OUT!!!!  LET ME OUT!!!  LET ME OUT!!!”  “that’s a good boy Johnny.  that’s a good boy.”  red water is now flooding the whole building.  two hours left of Johnny’s life.  he is alone.  he is sad.  he is scared.  he asks for help but no one answers.  he begins to pee.  pee is red.  his once large penis is now shrivelled up and has cuts on it.  his once vibrant energy is now old and dull.  he screams again and once again no one listens.  he is shrivelling up fast and he cannot stop it.  the red water now up to Johnny’s neck.  blood everywhere.  the bat is floating away.  so is the pee.  he looks outside and sees beautiful trees.  beautiful sun.  emptiness.  now he sees two little children looking in the office window.  “HEEEEELP!!!”  they look in and smile.  then they wave and walk away.  the sun begins to set.  the two children are not visible anymore.  screaming kids and screaming wives and screaming parents and screaming soccer coaches and screaming hockey coaches and screaming teachers and screaming bosses.  everyone is now screaming but no one is there.  the red water has now reached the ceiling.  Johnny is sinking.  he looks peaceful now.  shrivelled up.  naked.  alone.