PHONIES AND FUCKERS.

Jack Tait walked to the movie theatre to watch a movie.  he looked at the board and saw nothing but phony comic book movies and phony love stories.  he also saw phony pictures of phony faces from phony actors.  everything had become one big phony piece of rubbish.  he pulled out his bottle of Jack Daniels and smashed it against the wall where all the movies were advertised.  a rookie policeman approached Jack and tried to arrest him.  Jack pulled another bottle out of his side pocket and smashed the officer in the face and then started running.  his one ball bouncing in the hot air.  Jack ran through stop signs.  past bums on the street.  past hookers.  past drug dealers.  past hot dog vendors.  shitty music filling the air.  he pulled over to the side of a side street and barfed.  he then wiped the sweat from his brow and laughed.  he laughed some more.  and some more.  in fact he couldn’t stop laughing.  he knew that his life was coming to an end but he also knew that he grew up in a time when things were real and emotional.  passionate and risky.  now it’s corporate and safe.  geeky and nerdy.  dull and mundane.  balless and weak.  boring people being excited by boring things.  artists with nothing to say.  lowest common denominator.  a life filled with YES people that offer nothing but re-hashed opinions from boring politically correct maggots.  Jack wanted nothing to do with life the way it was heading.  he pulled out a shotgun and started firing rounds of bullets into the blue sky.  he was a pacifist.  he never wanted to hurt anyone but he just killed twenty three people and didn’t even know it.  Jack continued to laugh hysterically as he put the shotgun down and drank the rest of his sixty pounder.  he knew he was real in a world filled with phonies.  Jack Tait closed his eyes and fell asleep.