life is not fair.

Jack Tait woke up from a drunk induced nap and immediately ran to the outhouse to take a big shit.  he then flung four pieces of white toilet paper with brown shit on it into the toilet.  he pulled up his pants and went back inside to his shitty farmhouse in the middle of nowhere.  he is tired and lonely.  sad and alive.  he wants to live forever but knows that it’s impossible.  Jack Tait is a realist.  he wishes he was ten again.  to play again.  to dream again.  to have fun again.  but he isn’t.  he is sixty years old and has one sagging ball.  his dreams are over.  he’s counting down the days to his death.  he once liked life but now it has turned into a pathetic display of fakedom and pussies.  no real men only fake fucks playing Farmville.  no real women only fake boobed fake tanned fake haired fuckers from Philadelphia faking to fornicate.  “OUR WORLD IS FILLED WITH PHONIES AND ASSHOLES AND I DON’T KNOW WHOSE WORSE!!!”  Jack screamed as he slid off the kitchen floor into the side wall.  blood splattering down his forehead.  he looked outside and saw his Mom standing there.  his Mom was once young and vibrant.  young and pretty.  young and filled with dreams and hope.  now she’s shrivelled up and sad.  alone and in pain.  life takes it’s toll.  “will I ever see my Mom again when she dies?”  Jack asked his hamster but his hamster never responded.  Jack sat back and contemplated as he drank the rest of his sixty pounder from the night before.  “I HATE EVERYONE.  I HATE THE FAKES.  I HATE THE PHONIES.  I HATE THE CRIMINALS.  I HATE THE DO GOODERS.  I HATE THE SCARED.  I HATE THE UGLY.  I HATE THE SHOW OFFS.  I HATE THE RUSSIANS.  I HATE EVERYONE.  EVERYONE AND ANYONE.  LIFE IS FILLED WITH SHIT PEOPLE DOING SHIT JOBS AND WATCHING SHIT SHOWS WHILE LISTENING TO SHIT MUSIC AND STROKING THEIR TWO INCH SHITTY UGLY PENIS.  BUT I DO NOT WANT MY MOM TO DIE BECAUSE I WILL NEVER EVER SEE HER AGAIN AND THAT’S NOT FAIR.  TO SPEND YOUR WHOLE LIFE KNOWING SOMEONE AND BEING LOVED BY SOMEONE AND RAISED BY SOMEONE AND NEVER EVER SEEING THEM AGAIN IS NOT FAIR.  I AM SAD.” Jack Tait sat back and fell asleep.  His one lonely ball resting on the yellow pillow.