REVENGE.

Jack Tait found an old television on the side of the road one day while riding his tricycle to the beer store.  it was in good condition so Jack put it on his back and rode fourteen miles back to his rundown farmhouse in the middle of nowhere.  he put it on the floor and cracked a beer open.  he also took a swig of Jack Daniels.  he plugged in the tv and sat back in his beaten down purple reclining chair.  Jack was tired.  he sat and he sat.  he drank and he drank.  he was bored.  he was depressed.  he was sad.  television was his prozac.  he watched violent shows.  reality shows.  soap opera’s.  even the odd soft porno came on.  Jack didn’t need people.  he hammered himself daily.  sometimes twice.  the odd time when he was really horny and bored…three times.  his record for one day self flaggelations was sitting at seven.  Jack didn’t think he would ever break that record.
  after fifteen hours of sitting in front of his new television Jack Tait had had enough.  he wanted to unleash all of his frustration and rage against the world who shunned him.  he finished off his two four of beers.  he then finished off his forty of Jack Daniels.  he also had a glass of water.  he took a big shit and walked out of his rundown farmhouse.  it was raining and windy outside but Jack didn’t care.  he was on a mission.  he jumped on his tricycle and started pedalling down the dirt driveway.  he stopped at the end of the driveway and picked up his Louisville Slugger bat.  he then exited onto the barren road.  he rode his bike to Unionville first.  it was a twelve hour bike ride but Jack didn’t care.  he was on a mission.  he arrived at 151 Carlton Rd.  he jumped off of his bike and rang the doorbell.  an old wrinkled man in his nineties answered the door.  “are you Mike Lambert?” Jack asked the man.  “yes.  why?” the man answered back.  Jack smiled and began smashing the ninety year old man in the knees with his bat.  Mike Lambert was screaming.  “HEEEEEEEEELP!!!  HEEEEEEEEELP!!!  HEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!!”  no one helped so Jack continued.  Mike Lambert’s knees collapsed.  shattered.  he fell to the ground.  Jack Tait spit in his face and said, “that was for raping my Mom.  i hope you die.  you maggot.  you worm.  you pig.  you are a disgusting human being!!!”  Jack Tait jumped on his tricycle and rode away.  mission accomplished.  Mike Lambert continued to scream.  he probably wished he were dead.  he probably wished he didn’t rape Jack’s Mom.  and he probably wished he had a pitbull.  but he didn’t.  life.
  Jack Tait rode nakedly away from Mike Lambert’s house with a smile.  revenge can be peaceful.