Jack was molested and he is not circumsized.

Jack Tait sits alone in his bedroom and wonders why he was molested forty years ago.  he is now sixty years old and has nothing to show for it but the wrinkles and red nose.  he has drank a twenty-sixer of Jack Daniels everyday for the last forty years.  the only thing he ever wanted was love.  just someone to love him and to hold him.  instead he sits alone.  drunk.  sad.  he looks at his calender and knows that life will be over in three months.  he was recently diagnosed with a rare form of liver disease and the doctor promised him that he will only live for another five months.  that was two months ago.  he has jerked off  one hundred and twenty times since.  his penis is filled with scabs and scratches.  he promised himself that he would not let his disease bring him down and so he does what he does best…JERK OFF.
  Jack was once a strapping young handsome man.  he had friends.  he had parents.  he had bosses.  he had skills.  he had talents.  he had his whole life ahead of him.  Jack thought that he would live forever.  he never took life seriously for life never took him seriously.  Jack had pimples.  Jack also had an uncircumsized penis.  he still does.  he used to pull the skin back when he was in the changeroom.  not anymore.  he is never in a changeroom.  Jack Tait does not leave his apartment.  he orders food in.  he orders booze in.  he orders hookers in.  he doesn’t fuck.  he only talks to them.  Jack is a virgin.  Jack’s uncircumsized penis and pimples prevented him from conquering women.  he watched his friends fuck.  suck.  abuse.  belittle women.  but not he.  he wondered why the girls stayed with all the jerks.  he wondered why they told him that they wanted to meet a nice guy yet fucked assholes.  he still wonders this as he sits alone in his crappy apartment.  Jack reads books.  Jack is smart.  Jack is nice.  Jack is sad.  life never seemed to work out for poor Jack.  he loved music.  still does.  he thinks music is more important than sex.  but he really doesn’t know because he has never had the opportunity to pound a beautiful girl for hours on end and blow load after load all over the dirty bed and scream and moan and huff and puff and groan and sweat.  Jack is lonely.  he pauses as he listens to someone outside his apartment screaming, “LIFE NOT FAIR.  LIFE NOT FAIR.  JESUS SAVES.  OH GIVE TO THE LORD JESUS CHRIST!!!”  Jack touches his penis but it hurts.  he takes a big swig of his Jack Daniels and then pukes.  he walks to his window and looks outside at the bright sunshine and sees kids playing.  he wishes he was never molested and wonders why he let it happen.  he also wishes that his Mom and Dad weren’t murdered.  before they were murdered they didn’t give poor Jack too much love but their love was better than none at all and now he sits alone and sad.
  Jack Tait wants to stay awake for the next three months and drink and jerk off but he knows that this is impossible.  Jack marks his calender with an “X” for every day lived.  Jack Tait hears a knock at his front door and this startles him.  he grabs his gun and walks toward the front door.  “Who is it?” he asks.
  “yabba dabba do.”  the person responds.
  “Who?”  Jack continues.
  “Yabba dabba do.”
   “I WILL FUCKING SHOOT MY FUCKING GUN RIGHT THROUGH THIS MOTHER FUCKING DOOR AND FUCKING KILL YOU FRED FLINSTONE IF YOU DON’T LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!!!”  Jack Tait has anger issues.
  “SHUT UP.  SHUT UP.  SHUT UP.”
  bang.  bang.  bang.  three bullets leave Jack’s gun and shoot right through the door.
  “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…”
  Jack hears a big thud and listens intently for ten minutes.  nothing.  he opens the door very quietly and sees an eighty year old Russian lady with a black dress and black veil on.  blood is on walls.  on floors.  on her face.  on her dress.  she is dead.
  Jack Tait walks back inside.  he thinks about what he did.  he is sad.  he feels bad for the poor old Russian lady.  she was alone.  she was old.  she is now dead.  she must have watched The Flintstones when she was younger.  Jack takes a big swig of his Jack Daniels.  he strokes his uncircumsized penis.  he blows a load into his left hand.  he transports it into his right hand.  he then goes to the bathroom and turns on the tap.  he puts his right hand under the tap and flushes it down the sink.  he then lies down.  his eyes close.  Jack Daniels now on the floor spilling onto the shitty shaggy green carpet.  Jack is naked.  He is sixty.  he has a disease.  he has no love.  he is a drunk.  he is not circumsized.  he has been molested.  his parents were murdered.  he has never fucked.  he has killed twenty-three ants.  he has only killed one human being.  that lady was an old Russian lonely single lady dressed in black.  self defence. 
 “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
  Jack is troubled.  Fifty nine days left to live on this earth.  Going out in pain and alone.  virgin.  scabby penis.  uncircumsized.  he always wished things were different.  Jack is nice.  Jack is asleep.