Jack Tait woke up all alone once again. life feeding him lemons and loss. loss of loved ones. loss of hair. loss of one testicle. loss of jobs. loss of brain cells. loss of money. loss of great friends and loss of great memories.
Life always rearing it’s ugly head.
Jack Tait looked at his dirty calendar filled with naked girls with big fake breasts and big fake lips. another year gone. another year closer to death and closer to more loss. while everyone is getting ready for the “big night” Jack is naked and trying to blow his load one last time for the year. he wonders why life is so hard. so torturous. images of beautiful girls rammed down his face on a daily basis. the carrot one foot away from Jack’s big red nose. temptation on top of loss and lust. he wonders if he is the only man who is so torn up. so boxed up. so fucked up. while the peasants tell Jack that life gets easier with age and the peasants walk around with pickles up their asses and filled with useless dull opinions and useless dull cars and useless dull jobs and useless dull wives filled with the same useless dull opinions Jack yearns for one week of debauchery and escape. his heroes are the misfits and the maniacs not the politicians and business owners. Stephen Harper fucking up everything in this world that was already fucked up by the previous fuck up. fuck ups and phonies. maggots and rain.
Jack finally blew his load. sitting in sweat and sitting in shame Jack brushed his teeth and drank a beer. he then looked at himself in the mirror and saw a man filled with fear. filled with pain. filled with excitement. filled with shame. medications no longer working. everything good comes to an end.
Jack pulled out a notebook and decided to write his goals for 2015. he opened up another beer and drank a smoothie filled with Kale and Garlic.
1. write down my goals and place them on my wall.
2. love more people.
3. have more empathy instead of hate.
4. talk to people more.
5. meet people more.
6. hug my daughter more.
7. hug my wife more.
8. hug myself more.
9. hug strangers more.
10. eat less bad foods.
11. eat more good foods.
12. CHALLENGE THE STATUS QUO OF BORING STORIES AND BORING RULES.
Jack Tait wants less technology and more human connection. he sees his beautiful world falling apart with technology and lack of human contact. he sees loneliness and fears. he sees big brick walls and big brick rules and wants to break them all down with his Nerf baseball bat. he wants his daughter to grow up in a world filled with love instead of a world filled with narcissism and hate. Jack Tait is a realist in a phony world filled with phonies and followers. dull. sad. dead. tired. stressed. too much brain and not enough heart. what once was a beautiful world filled with World Wars but human connection is now filled with terrorist acts and facebook. Jack stops and drinks back his beer. he then opens up a bottle of wine and chases it down with a bottle of pills. he sometimes wishes he was blind and dull. he sometimes wishes he was asexual and dumb. tortured heart and a tortured soul. a broken man looking for the fountain of youth but realizing that was just another lie told to him by robots who were dead.
Jack Tait looked outside and saw half built houses with half built lives. he saw the dark sky and the dark eyes. he then saw the beautiful puppy who just wanted to be loved. he also just wanted to sleep. HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE.
MAY THIS YEAR BE THE YEAR YOU CONNECT INSTEAD OF DISCONNECT.
Jack Tait wants love and life. good deeds and good food. good conversation and good wine. good friends and good family. he also wants his daughter to live in a real world. not a phony world.
Jack Tait fell back and fell asleep. alone but optimistic.
notanotherphony. 