VICTIM NUMBER ONE.

Jack Tait knew a bully when he saw one.  he knew they came in all shapes and all sizes.  they also came in all races and all genders.  Jack Tait had been bullied his whole life and now was ready to exact revenge on all the bullies who bullied him.
  he sharpened his Louisville Slugger bat and chugged a bottle of Jack.  he took a big runny shit and threw water on his face.  he ate a raw egg for energy and then exited the house.  the rundown farmhouse in the middle of nowhere.  Jack Tait then hopped on his blue tricycle and rode off away from his shitty house.  the rain was pouring down but this made Jack all the more determined.  he was fed up with life and it’s phoniness.  life and it’s rotten people and rotten dogs.  he was even fed up with all the dumb people who got their jobs handed down to them on a silver platter but did fuck all with the opportunity handed them.  peasants of the worst kind.  peasants who treated everyone as slaves and their inferior yet were slutty.  ugly.  fat.  short.  and dumb.  scum of the earth who offered up nothing but their fat pussies and saggy tits.  sluts who looked up to their short fat Dads and thought they were Kings yet were mere peasants with mere penises and mere minds.  peasants who maybe fucked four pigs in their sixty years of living but had “fucked over” thousands of employees.  peasants who complained about Hitler but treated people just as poorly.  the Louisville Slugger was sharpened and ready.
  Jack Tait first searched for the fat redhead who used to steal his lunch at St. Bonaventure in grade two.  he went to a library and “google searched” fat redheads who were fat with red hair.  he found three.  Jack looked at their pictures and didn’t recognize any of them.  fifty years goes by too fast.  Jack wrote down the addresses of all three and jumped back on his tricycle.  he went to the first address and knocked on the door.  a fat old hairy women with a goatee and one leg answered the door.
  “hello?  what do you want?”  she said.
  “I am looking for a male redhead.  around fifty.”
  “Why the fuck are you here and where are your clothes?”
  “I am looking for a redhead around fifty because I want to bash his brains in and then laugh at him.  I will also steal all of his food and booze if you don’t mind Miss.”
  “I had a redhead once.  but he died.  he killed himself.  he tied a noose around his neck and was naked in the closet.”
  “Sounds intense.  do you know if he went to St. Bonaventure?”
  “What the fuck is that?”
  “Bye Miss.  Bye.”
  “Do you want to fuck sir?  I haven’t been laid since my husband died.  Please?”
  “No thanks Miss.  I am on a mission to bash in the brains of all those who have harmed me.  One by one I will take them and I will beat them.  I will also laugh at them and I will humiliate them.  I HATE BULLIES.  I HATE THEM WITH A FUCKING PASSION!!!”
  Jack left.  he jumped on his tricycle and sped away.
  “PLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSEEEEEE  COME BACK AND FUCK ME!!!!!!”
  Jack didn’t listen.  he went to the next redhead on the list.  he parked his tricycle out front of the shitty rundown apartment.  everything is rundown in this world.  he hopped off of his tricycle and walked toward the front door.  he then heard an old man yelling at a little kid.
  “I don’t care who you are and what your parents do I run this building and you can’t smoke on the premises.  this is a fine building we have and you sure as Sally ain’t going to ruin it.”
  Jack immediately pulled out his Louisville Slugger.  he crept towards the voice.  he got closer and closer and then started swinging his bat violently and rapidly.  he swung and swung and swung and the redheaded old man yelped and yelped and yelped.  he fell to the ground and Jack stood over him.  the little boy pulled out another smoke and started smoking.  Jack started laughing.  Jack then took another swing.  “that was for you stealing my lunches in grade two.  that was for you laughing at me in grade two.  that was for you chasing me in grade two and making grade two hell when it should have been fun.  fuck you fat redhead.  I hate you.”
  “I’m sorry…don’t…hurt…I’m…I’ve changed.  I’m a god fearing…don’t…I don’t want to die….I will do anything…I just…I’m a Catholic.”
  Jack took one last swing at the fat redhead’s legs and they shattered.  the little kid laughed and Jack rode off.  he rode off laughing and singing.   “SURE AS SALLY.  SURE AS SALLY.  I ALWAYS HATED WHEN YOU SAID SURE AS SALLY.”   VICTIM NUMBER ONE.
  VICTIM NUMBER TWO…tomorrow.