VICTIM NUMBER TWO.

Jack Tait woke up and was ready for his next victim.  Mike Lambert.  Mike Lambert dated Jack’s Mom after Jack’s Dad died many years ago and he was a complete and utter asshole.  Jack could not believe that such a beautiful woman would date such an evil and disgusting man.  he could not believe that this degenerate of a man was chosen to replace his loving and caring Dad.  Jack Tait sometimes sat outside his Mom’s bedroom listening to Mike Lambert and his Mom kiss and talk and fuck.
  Jack Tait was sad and Jack Tait was mad.
  Many times poor Jack would try and stand up to Mike Lambert but all to no avail.  Jack Tait was ten years old.  Mike Lambert was forty.  One time when Mike Lambert was trying to get the VHS machine to work and he was struggling mightily Jack Tait told Mike Lambert to change the channel to channel three.
  “SHUT UP.  WHAT DO YOU KNOW?  YOU”RE JUST A KID!!!”
  “I know that it works.  that’s all you have to do.  put it on channel three.”
  “I TOLD YOU TO SHUT YOUR TRAP.  I KNOW WHAT I’M DOING!!!”  Mike Lambert’s face becoming redder with every word.  every bark.
  “I know that I’m right.  I watched my Dad do that and it worked.”
  “WELL YOU’RE DAD’S NOT HERE NOW IS HE???”
  “FUCK YOU ASSHOLE.  I HATE YOU.  I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!”  Jack Tait stormed off while Mike Lambert shook the converter.  Jack’s Mom standing in shock not knowing what to do.
  That was the last time Jack Tait saw Mike Lambert.  Jack’s Mom could not take the abuse anymore.  the anger anymore.  The dumbness anymore. the numbness anymore.  Jack Tait’s Mom could not take life anymore and the next day she took too many sleeping pills and lay motionless on the bathroom floor.  unconscious with her friend Annie right beside her while Jack and his younger brother John sat outside scared.  lonely.  helpless.  life taking many turns for the worse.
  Ten minutes later the ambulance arrived.  sirens once again reminding Jack of death.  his Dad.  sad.
  the ambulance men rushed by Jack and John.  Jack heard the panic in the bathroom.  heard Annie.  heard the ambulance men but didn’t hear his Mom.  didn’t hear his Dad.  he wondered if his Mom was about to reconnect with his Dad in heaven.  Jack believed in God back then.
  Ten minutes after the last ten minutes the ambulance men exited with Jack’s Mom.  they were holding her.  she was dead or asleep.  Jack not sure.  all the ambulance men rushed right by Jack and John and went immediately to the ambulance parked outside.  Annie stayed behind to talk with Jack and John.
  “Your Mom is alright.  she collapsed but she is alive.  she will be better soon.”
  A month passed by very slowly.  Jack finally seeing his Mom again.  finally reunited again.  the family together again…minus Dad.
  Jack Tait in the present version…old.  wrinkled.  alone.  one nut.  drunk.  smelly.  hungover.  sad.  pathetic.  poor.  hairy.  yes…that Jack Tait woke up hungover and alone for the twentieth year in a row.  his one friend being the lonely dead squirrel in Jack’s aquarium.  he woke up and thought about his plan for the day.  the plan to search and find Mike Lambert.  evil Mike Lambert.  the evil Mike Lambert that drove Jack’s Mom to near suicide.
  Jack grabbed his Louisville Slugger and opened his shitty front door to his shitty rundown farmhouse in the middle of nowhere and hopped on his shitty blue tricycle.  Mission about to begin.  he rode to the end of his long shitty driveway and was on his way to exact revenge on the evil man who once made Jack’s life shitty.  Jack was naked.  he is always naked.
  Jack rode down one county road to the next.  his hairy chest hairs blowing in the wind.  he was sweating and he was panting but nothing was going to stop what would be his best mission in life to date.  EXACTING REVENGE ON THE ASSHOLE WHO ALMOST BROUGHT HIS MOM TO DEATH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  Jack went down some secret seedy street and knocked on a seedy door.  a seedy short man answered the door and brought Jack into his seedy apartment.  everything was seedy.  everything was small. 
  “So you can help me find Mike Lambert?  the Mike Lambert who almost killed my Mom with his nasty words and nasty face?”
  “Yes I can,”  the short man responded.
  “How long will it take?”
  “Give me ten minutes.  I will be back in ten minutes.”
  Jack Tait sat and waited in the seedy apartment while the short man went into a secret room in the back.  a seedy secret room.  ten minutes later the short man was back.  standing in front of Jack and holding out a small piece of paper.
  “Thanks “Shorty”.  Thanks a lot.  I owe you one.”
  “You always “owe me one” Jack.  you always “owe me one.”
  Jack quickly snatched the small piece of paper and quickly exited the room.  everything was now moving quickly.  Jack hopped on his blue tricycle and quickly pedalled to his destination…Petrolia.  Shitty Petrolia.  Shitty Petrolia where Mike Lambert was once a Principal at a High School but will soon be the Principal player in a game of smash and bash.  humiliating the man that once tried to humiliate Jack.  Jack smiled and rode on.  he rode through streets and highways through storms and sun.  Jack Tait was on his mission.  Seven hours later he arrived.  182 Butternut Court.  Suite (yeah right…apt) number 6.  I love when people put “suite” when they live in a rundown apartment in a rundown building in a rundown town.  “NOBODY FOOLS JACK TAIT.”
  Jack Tait calmy and methodically parked his blue tricycle and rested it on the bricks.  He then calmly walked into the small shitty apartment’s front doors.  he scanned the directory and found Mike Lambert.  It read “Superintendant.” 
  Jack Tait paused and smirked and then buzzed apt. 6.
  “Yeah?”
  “Hi sir…I am looking to rent an apartment in your fine building.  Can you let me in?”
  “These are suites.  Not apartments.  You got that?”
  “Yes…I’m sorry sir.  Suite…I want to rent a suite.”
  “Okay I’ll buzz you in.”
  Mike Lambert buzzed Jack in and Jack walked down to “suite” number 6.  Jack was about to knock when this old wrinkled and feeble man came out.  he was also very red.
  “Where are your clothes?  YOU CAN’T RENT ONE OF THESE SUITES IF YOU DON’T WEAR CLOTHES!!!”
  “I have money and I have booze.”
  “I DON’T CARE.  I WANT MONEY BUT I DON’T DRINK.  I NEVER TOUCHED THE STUFF!!!”
  “LIAR.  YOU MIKE LAMBERT ARE A LIAR.  NOBODY DOESN’T DRINK.  THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO DO NOT DRINK ARE ALCOHOLICS AND RAGE FILLED LUNATICS.  YOU CAN BULLSHIT MY MOM BUT YOU CAN’T BULLSHIT ME!!!”
  “Your Mom?  Who are you?”
  “I am Jack Tait.  Remember me?”
  “No I don’t.  Who are you?”
  “I AM JACK TAIT.  ARE YOU SURE YOU DON’T REMEMBER ME?”
  Mike Lambert looked at Jack Tait with evil eyes.  red evil eyes.  Jack Tait looked back with sad eyes.  blue sad eyes.
  “No…I really don’t…”  and then he remembered.  he stared.  he was scared.  the bat was raised and Jack was now laughing. 
  “Don’t do it.  Please…I didn’t do anything wrong.  I only wanted to please your Mom.  she was sad.  she was so sad and I wanted to help her.  I am a good man.  a god fearing man.  if you do this you will go to hell.  you will go to hell.  HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLPPPP!!!!!”
Jack Tait began smashing Mike Lamberts feet.  then his legs.  then his knees.  he was laughing the whole time.  Mike Lambert was screaming.
  “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
  Then he started crying.  snot and blood everywhere.
  Jack continued laughing and then with one last thud swung his Lousiville Slugger right into Mike Lambert’s heart.  his cold dead heart.
  “That was for my Mom.  you are a sick man Mr. Lambert.  A very sick man.  You almost left me with no parents.  NO PARENTS.  I hope you rot in this shitty apartment.  sorry…”suite”.  this shitty and smelly rundown suite.  I hope they never find you.  you are sick but more importantly you are sad.”
  Jack Tait calmly took a drink of water and exited the shitty APARTMENT.  naked and alone once again.  Mike Lambert lay motionless.  sad and alone.