life is too short and shame is too long.

Jack Tait walked up to the front door of the old white bungalow in the middle of the cornfield.  it was dark.  it was snowy.  Jack Tait was naked.  Jack Tait was smiling.   He was missing three front teeth and his gums were bleeding.  He was drunk.  He was cold.  He was sad.  He knocked on the door and began whistling, “go to sleep.  go to sleep.  go to sleep my baby…”  Jack had thirteen kids but he did not speak with them anymore.  Jack Tait tried to light his house on fire in a fit of rage thirteen years ago and now he wants revenge on the policeman who stopped him from doing this.  The policeman was young and naive.  Jack Tait was old and wise and so he stood at the policeman’s door with a baseball bat made by Louisville.  It was called a Louisville Slugger and he was ready to bash in the brains of the policeman.  He knocked and waited.  he knocked again and whistled some more.  Jack’s rage was intensifying.  he hated people.  he hated life.  he hated cats.  he hated birds.  Jack Tait was filled with hate.  So was the cop but the cop had a badge and he was able to hide his hate more than Jack was able to hide it.  The door suddenly swung open and Jack started swinging.  WHACK.  WHACK.  WHACK.  WHACK.  WHACK.  Jack would not stop swinging.  Blood was splattering everywhere.  “HEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLP!!!!  HEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLP!!!”  the poor officer was screaming for help but no one came.  cows looked over.  so did sheep.  but humans were not visible.  except naked Jack.  Jack was naked.  Jack was shrivelled up.  wrinkled.  beaten down by life but not yet dead.  the swinging continued.  the blood continued.  but the screaming stopped.  Jack continued though.  he wanted to make sure that the officer would never interfere with another person again.  another person who only wanted to escape from this beautiful world.  Jack took his bat back one last time and came down with one last thundering jolt.  “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!”  Jack now relaxed.  he started crying on top of the bloodied officer.  he cried and he cried.  he was still naked.  he looked up to the skies above and saw white snow falling down.  he opened up his mouth and tried to swallow as much snow as he could.  this brought him back to his youth where he ate snow and played hockey cards against the wall of his grade school.  the game was called, “picksies upsies knocksies downsies.”  Jack was good at this game.  he was also good at sports.  Jack was popular and he was a good speller.  Jack continued to leave his mouth open and he continued to swallow snow.  Jack eventually fell asleep.
  Jack woke up fourteen hours later with a hard on.  He wacked off and then walked away from the dead policeman.  he started whistling The End by the Doors.  he got his revenge and thus his life was now complete.  he no longer cared about his kids or his wife.  he had given up hope of ever reconciling with them again as no one ever forgives and forgets.  they might forgive but they never forget and therefore Jack turned to violence.
  Jack walked through the cornfields.  he walked over dead mice.  dead squirrels.  dead racoons.  dead cows.  everything was dead.  it was still snowing.  Jack stopped.  he listened.  stillness.  quietness.  calmness.  everything still…for once.  Jack wondered who the leader of the world might be.  who made the rules.  who fucked the most girls.  who spanked his weiner the most.  he wondered if anyone ever stuck Fisher Price toys up his bum the way he used to when he was fourteen.  he always put Vaseline on the plastic toys first.  it felt good.  now Jack’s bum is too weathered.  too beaten.  too old.  getting old sucks.  Jack wanted time to stand still but it moved faster and faster.  it was torture for Jack.  after his attempted murder/suicide he was now afraid to try it again.  fear of failure always prominent in poor Jack’s mind..  he wanted to be a baby again and start over again with different parents.  different friends.  live in different cities.  fuck different girls.  Jack even wanted to try different toys up his bum.  Jack was never satisfied.  “HELP ME LORD.  HELP ME LORD.  HELP ME LORD.  HELP ME LORD. HELP ME LORD.”  Jack prayed.  no one listened.  Jack heard dogs barking and looked up.  twelve creepy looking pit bulls were fast appraoching.  barking viciously.  it is not the dog’s fault.  it is the owner’s fault.  Jack didn’t have time for such nonsense.  his skinny penis almost inverted from fear.  he ran.  he ran.  he ran.  he screamed.  he looked back and four of the pit bulls were very close.  their big balls bigger than Jack’s.  why do pit bulls always have huge balls???  Jack continued.  he wondered if this was all a bad dream but Jack stopped dreaming long ago when his parents told him to stop dreaming.  “FUCK OFF.  FUCK.  FUCK.  FUCK.  FUCK.  FUCK!!!”  Jack was getting tired.  pit bulls were not.  Jack stopped and turned around.  he faced these vicious dogs like a man.  a naked man with a skinny penis which  was inverted.  he began swinging.  “GET AWAY.  GET AWAY YOU VICIOUS FUCKS.  I WILL FUCKING SMASH YOUR FUCKING BRAINS IN!!!”  Jack screamed at these dogs as if they were human or inhumane.  not dogs.  the dogs didn’t listen.  the eight slower dogs had caught up to the four fast dogs.  all dogs vicious.  nice owners or not nice owners pit bulls kill.  Jack continued to swing.  one by one the dogs fell.  the dogs yelped.  blood splattered everywhere once again.  history repeating itself.  Jack would not stop swinging.  he would not stop yelling.  smoke filled the air.  all dogs dead.  Jack turned around to walk away from this massacre and there she was.  his ex-wife.  there they were.  his thirteen children.  SILENCE.  Jack smiled.  teeth missing still.  his ex-wife smiled back.  his thirteen kids ran to Jack and hugged him.  they wouldn’t let go.  his ex-wife joined them.  all fifteen of them hugging in the middle of a cornfield with snow coming down and smoke going up.  Jack wished he didn’t try to kill his family earlier.  he also wished he didn’t kill the policeman.  he held them all tightly and whispered, “I’m sorry.  I’m so sorry.” 
  Life is too short and shame is too long.  live life to it’s fullest and hang around with the people who make you laugh or inspire you.  don’t feel guilt and don’t conform but most of all LOVE.
  Jack asked his family to take off all of their clothes and stand naked with him for one last moment.  they did.  the snow continued to fall.