life will end one day.

Jack Tait sat at home.  his wife and daughter in bed.  he sat.  he pondered.  he pondered too much so he grabbed a bottle of Jack to calm his racing mind.  one drink.  two.  two drinks.  three.  he then stumbled up the wooden stairs and looked at his sleeping wife.  he then walked down the carpeted hallway and looked in the bedroom of his sleeping daughter.  he tippy-toed towards her calm body and placed a calm kiss on her calm forehead.  he then calmly tippy-toed out of her bedroom and stumbled back downstairs to his calming bottle.  he calmly gulped the rest of the bottle down his numb throat and exited his calm house.
he stumbled down the barren street in the barren town towards the barren bar.  snow was fiercely falling.  Jack wished it was summer.  Jack would have ridden his blue tricycle.  it was dark.  it was snowy.  it was windy.  it was quiet.  it was lonely.  it was scary.  it was hairy.  it was putridly dreary. 
Jack finally arrived at his destination of escaped pain.  escaped boredom.  he opened the heavy brown door and stumbled inside.  he looked around.  fourteen people.  four girls.  nine boys.  odds not good but who’s counting.  Jack Tait was once a fierce fuck machine.  now he’s old and sad.  he also has one ball and no car.  he sat at the brown bar and ordered a brown beer.  Newcastle brown ale to begin.  one hour later Jack moved onto amber beer.  mind becoming fuzzy.  energy increasing as his brain cells were decreasing.  a poor combination.  poor Jack Tait never learns.  two bartenders.  both girls.  flirting girls.  drinking girls.  friendly girls.  talkative girls.  “YOU’RE MARRIED JACK TAIT.  DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE, LOOK AT ANOTHER WOMAN.  ANOTHER GIRL.  YOU BETTER NOT JERK OFF EITHER.  YOU PLEDGED YOUR ALLEGIANCE AND I AM GOD AND I AM WATCHING!!!”
Jack Tait looked to his left and smiled at another girl who was with a guy.  he then listened to music and shook his head side to side.  he then slipped off his chair and stumbled downstairs to the toilet.  he took a piss and splashed water on his red sweaty face.  he then turned on the blower that dries people’s hands and walked back upstairs.  everything becoming foggy.  “Last call.  did you want another drink?”  “Ahhhhhh….sure…make it a double.”
the bartender handed Jack his “double” of something.  he forgot what he was drinking.  everyone speaking to him but him not knowing what him is saying.  blackout once again.  “I should have stayed home in my calm house on my calm street in my calm town.  FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!”
Last call over.  People gone.  Jack still sitting.  so is his buddy Anthony.  so is one bartender.  Anthony now flirting.  Jack now sweating.  almost sleeping.  still drinking.  still wanting.  still talking.  should be sleeping.  a mouth full of nonsense and barf.  horny for something but closer to passing out than to fucking.  “JACK TAIT YOU SHOULDN’T DRINK SO MUCH.  YOU HAVE SO MUCH POTENTIAL AND YOU ARE WASTING YOUR LIFE AWAY WITH THE BOTTLE.  LOOK IN THE MIRROR JACK.  YOU ARE NOTHING.”  God continuing to talk to Jack.  Jack continuing to ignore.  a man filled with rage.  filled with lust.  filled with hate but filled with love.  filled with a crazy mind but an even guiltier one.  torn and tortured.  “Dad…come home…please…I need you.”
Jack Tait barged into his calm house and slammed calm doors and slammed calm drawers.  he even slammed back one more calm drink.  and in one calm fall fell fast asleep.  smelling and groaning.  sweating and slurring.  MESSY AND…3am.
6am.  “Daddy wake up.  Time to get up Daddy.”
“Okay…what time is it?
“6.”
“Okay.”
Jack stumbled out of bed and stumbled down the wooden stairs.  his amazing daughter following closely behind.  his amazing wife still sleeping in her (our) amazing bed.
“Elf on the Shelf didn’t move.  why didn’t she move Dad?”
Jack Tait still drunk and still sad.  “I’m not sure Taylor.  Ask Mommy when she wakes up.  I need to put the coffee on.”
Guilts coming fast.  headache.  shaky.  sweaty.  coffee on.  coffee.  coffee.  coffee.  “Coffee beeped!!!”
Jack calls up to his wife.  she comes down.  Jack chugs two coffees and then yells something and goes back to bed.  Taylor and Chloe cuddling on the couch.
Taylor gets ready for school.  Chloe gets dressed.  Cooks and feeds Taylor breakfast.  she then drives
Taylor to school.
Jack Tait alone.  sad.  hungover.  guilt ridden.  fast mind.  no car.  restless and lazy all at the same time.  also horny.  really horny.
“life will end one day and I will never see my family ever again.  ever.  never.  and this makes me sad.”