human connection always wins in the end.

Jack Tait sat on his purple reclining chair and thought about all of his childhood friends.  he had a shit that was half out of his ass but he was enjoying the moment so he didn’t move.  nice moments are to be cherished.  suddenly there was a knock at the door and Jack jumped.  he wasn’t used to knocks at his door.  he hadn’t had one in fourteen years.  panic set in.  shit came out.  purple reclining chair now filled with runny light brown water.  Jack nervously walked to the front door.  the only door.  and stood still.  stood silent.  he put his right ear on the door and tried to listen.  nothing.  sweat pouring down Jack’s red face and shit still flowing out of his bum. Jack decided to take a chance.  take a risk.  “hello???  whose there?”  silence.  “hello…is there someone there?”  Jack continued.  silence continued back.  Jack picked his right nostril and flicked the green snot onto the floor and then quickly and fearlessly swung open the door.  nothing.  nowhere.  silence once again.  Jack stepped outside.  naked. dirty.  alone.  he walked around to the right of his rundown house.  he walked and walked.  he circled his home forty two times.  still nothing.  he saw his blue tricycle.  alone.  he saw his brown baseball bat.  alone.  he even saw his pet squirrel.   alone.  everyone alone in a world filled with people and noise.  music and toys.  distractions everywhere and yet everyone sits alone.  Jack decided to pick up his baseball bat and smash the one thousand and eleven bottles of Jack Daniels.  empties of course.  he smashed and he smashed.  broken glass everywhere.  broken dreams and broken hearts.  Jack Tait then decided to jump up and down.  glass penetrating his shitty brown feet.  blood and shit everywhere.  Jack Tait was finally becoming a madman.  the madman that he always aspired to be.  void of conscience.  void of love.  void of people.  void of rejection and void of emotion.  Jack Tait wanted to feel but he no longer could.  the booze finally catching up.  he then dropped the bat into the big pile of old tools at the side of his house and walked back inside.  bloodied and tired.  sweaty and naked.  he walked directly to the shitter and sat down.  no toilet paper.  Jack Tait sat for eleven minutes and then heard a knock at the door again.  the air was filled with a shitty stench.  Jack Tait ignored the knock this time.  then another knock.  Jack ignored it again.  the knocks became louder.  more frequent.  KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK…it would not stop.  Jack jumped to his feet and grabbed the nine iron that he kept under the sink to unplug the toilet.  he gripped it hard and stomped to the front door.  he opened the old door with conviction and BOOM.  Jack stopped.  Jack stared.  Jack cried.  Jack convulsed.  Jack sweat.  Jack screamed…and then Jack smiled.  “is that you Mom?  I thought you died?  Mom?  please.  say something.  MOM!!!”  “i’m sorry son.  I am so so sorry.”  they both embraced each other.  tears flowing from both faces.  they held each other tight.  they wouldn’t let go.  “I will never leave you again Jack.”  “I hope not Mom.”  the night came and the big bright moon lit up the air.  nothing.  nowhere.  but there stood Jack and his Mom.  still hugging.  still crying.  still smiling.  human connection always wins in the end.