"things we do now affect us later"…Jack Tait.

Jack Tait sits by a campfire alone with a bottle of Jack Daniels and wonders what happened to his life.  just yesterday he was sitting at this same campfire but he appeared forty years younger.  he still had two balls and a big penis.  now he sits alone with one ball and a slightly shrivelled up penis.  he is more wrinkled and has less hair.  he has thirteen mosquito bites but he doesn’t scream…or yell.  he smiles .  he is drunk.  he is happy.  he is quiet.  he is peaceful.  he is a lovely man in a lovely world that has somewhat betrayed him.  Jack looks to the right and left and then to the Lord above.  he sees nothing.  he takes a big swig of his bottle and smiles once again.  he wishes he had a beautiful woman beside him.  he wishes he had a beautiful child beside him.  but he doesn’t so he drinks.
  forty years ago Jack made choices.  big choices.  small choices.  choices that seemed irrelevant but actually were really relevant.  life will suck you down if you allow it.  Jack drinks some more.  he listens for bears but only hears squirrels.  sometimes squirrels are better than humans.  “why are humans so god damned annoying???”  Jack whispers before tossing another piece of wood onto his beautiful hot fire.  Jack closes his eyes and gets a boner.  he is still alive.  sad.  lonely.  alone.  hot.  one ball.  old.  shrivelled.  pretty.  loving.  observant.  Jack opens up another forty of Jack.  he doesn’t want the fire to end.  he doesn’t want the night to end.  he doesn’t want life to end.  “Dad…is that you???”  a voice calmly speaks from behind Jack’s shitty tent.  Jack looks up and sees a lonely girl standing alone with blue shorts and a pink tank top.  she is crying.  Jack is silent.  he stares.  she stares back.  “Taylor…is that you???”  Jack calmly asks the lonely little girl.  “yes Dad…it’s me.”
Jack offers Taylor a swig from his forty of Jack and says, “I am so so sorry.  I love you.  I missed you.  I…”  Jack starts crying and stumbles over to his forty year old daughter and hugs her.  he continues to cry.  she hugs Jack back.  they pull apart after forty one minutes.  “Taylor?”  “yes.”  “I wish Mommy was here.”  “I know.”