complicated and confused.

Jack Tait woke up again and immediately screamed, “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!  EVERYONE IS SO GODDAMN BORING AND I HATE EVERYONE.  FUCK THEM ALL!!!”  
  Jack didn’t hold back.  he once liked people but after sixty years of dealing with boring people and boring rules that those same boring people followed he decided to take an anger enhancement class and lash back at all those fuckers who bored him.  he took out his nine iron and walked the streets of rural Ontario smashing everyone and everything in sight.  he even bloodied Alice Munro’s face for being so fucking drab and dull.
  Jack Tait had one sagging nut and an old wrinkled face with eleven zits on it but he no longer gave a flying fuck.  he once prayed but nobody answered so he never prayed again.  another piece of boredom that he no longer needed.  he had worms in his bum as a kid but he no longer does.  they died.
  Jack Tait searched for the dullest people he could find in rural Ontario.  they were everywhere.  khaki pants.  suits.  dull jeans and dull boots.  old ladies with half curly blue hair and shitty glasses with shitty shoes and fake smiles.  he found them all.  one by one although always in a group he swung and hit.  bloodied and hurt.  “FUCK THEM ALL.  I WILL BRING SOME GODDAMNED EXCITEMENT TO THEIR MUNDANE MUNCHING LIVES!!!”
  Jack smashed forty one humans and sixteen dogs…even one pitbull.  he bloodied them all.  he stopped on the side of the road to take a quick piss and then continued walking.  continued destroying.  he saw two old hags walking their golden retriever but let them go.  they were already sad and dead.  Jack continued on his rampage.  he made a quick pit stop at the liquor store and picked up a forty of Jack and three tallboys of Guinness.  he chugged them and continued.  it was getting dark out when Jack decided to go home.  he wanted to be in bed by nine because he knew that if he could sleep eight hours he would wake up and be healthy.  he had been told this for forty years but his “one nut” never got healthy.  another lie by the lying bastards that run the world.  Jack Tait began running and swinging.  he managed to bloody thirteen more boring people on his way home.  he arrived at his front door to his shitty house and smashed that too.  HE WAS IN A RAGE.  Jack smashed his door in and saw fourteen Mexican senoritas sitting on his dirty floor.  they were naked.  they were smiling.  they were drunk.  and they were horny.  one by one he fucked them all.  some screamed.  some moaned.  some cried.  each and every one was different.  all Mexican.  but all different.  “CANADIANS ARE SO FUCKING DULL AND BORING YOU GODDAMNED FUCKING ASSHOLE.  WHY?  OH WHY?  WHY ARE WE SO DULL?”
  Jack Tait began laughing hysterically.  so did the girls.  Jack Tait then fell asleep.  ne needed his eight hours.  when he woke up five girls were left so he fucked them and then brushed his teeth.  he called his Mom but there was no answer.  Jack Tait was tired.  he wanted to have another day of smashing boring people’s faces in but decided to do yoga instead.
  Jack Tait is complicated and confused.