Jack Tait will die at some point.

Jack Tait walked outside of his deserted farmhouse in the middle of nowhere and wondered just what happened to his life.  no more friends.  no more lovers.  no more money.  no more sex.  no more parents.  no more wife.  no more daughter.  no more rules.
he finally achieved what he wanted.  loneliness.  he left the battle many years earlier but still had collection agents and other useless maggots tracking him down.  but now he sits alone on his blue tricycle.  naked.  alone.  cold.  but still full of life.  a life that was once filled with following useless rules made by useless people to keep the riches with the rich and the opinions of the smart but poor buried underneath their shitty cars and shitty homes in shitty Forest Hill.  a world filled with boring opinions and boring pussies.  desperate animals all chasing the American dream but settling for owning tiny townhouses in tiny Tottenham.  “I FINALLY BOUGHT MY FIRST HOME!!!”  “Who gives a flying fuck…do you want a fucking medal filled with fucking penny loafers and fucking khaki pants pulled up to my fucking tits so you can see my fucking one big ball of semen stuck to my fucking big fucking hairy fucking leg!!!  FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE!!!  YOU ARE RUINING MY LIFE MAGGOT.”
Jack Tait leaned back on his tricycle and looked at the blue skies above.  he saw a picture of Hitler in the faint clouds and remembered he saw a picture of Hitler twenty years earlier in the sky.  back then it was four grams of mushrooms.   this time it was forty years of booze and coffee.  blurred mind. but not a blurred soul.  most people have blurred souls and clear minds.  sick individuals teaching other sick individuals how to live in this sick world.  Jack Tait refused to listen.  he had listened for far too long and all he had to show for it was a blue tricycle and one big hairy ball.
Jack Tait began to pedal.  one foot at a time.  he made it to the end of his driveway and turned right.  he had no idea where he was going but that was no different than the past sixty years.  no direction and no guidance.  a man left to fend for himself in a world filled with vultures and opportunists.  Jack Tait continued down the yellow brick road.  he continued to pedal.  he continued to dream.  he wondered how it was all going to end.  how he was going to finally succumb to the evils above but he refused to believe that he would ever get taken down.  will power.  soul power.  heart power.  angry power.  things missing in todays youth.  todays middle aged and todays elders.  “was life ever good?”
Jack Tait stopped at the beer store and pulled out his Louisville Slugger.  he began to smash everyone and everything in sight.  sixty years of frustration released in five minutes of RAGE.  Molson Canadian.  Molson Export.  Molson Golden.  Labatt’s Blue.  Coors Light.  shit beers.  shit people.  Jack knew the beer store was a reflection of life.  a metaphor for life.  so much potential mired in dullness and complacency.  average product making millions while great product collects the dust in the corners of the shelves.  the corners of the streets.  McDonald’s.  Walmart.  Target.  Winners.  Hollywood.  Kentucky Fried Chicken.  Burger King.  sloppy product for sloppy people.  The smartest never having the resources to fight the dumb.  to fight the dull.
Jack Tait left the beer store all alone.  he had a smile and a twinkle in his eye.  he once asked twenty year olds to buy him beer when he was fifteen.  back then he drank Schooner.  he didn’t know shit beer from good.  but he grew up and used his own mind.  his own taste buds to decide for himself.  Jack Tait also fucked many girls.  girls who were once vibrant and fun.  filled with a fire.  filled with a desire.  girls unfortunately grow up and become woman and then become dull and bitter.  except for the few good ones.  no different than guys.  Jack was once a sexist misogynistic pig.  now he realizes that most humans are pieces of useless dull meat.  he knows of a few great woman and a few great men.  the rest are rehashed shit from the previous generation of losers. 
Jack Tait arrived back at his heaven in the middle of nowhere and sat on his purple reclining chair.  he sat.  and sat.  and sat.  he thought of all his old girlfriends.  he wondered what came of them.  he knew that he had outlived most but life would eventually catch up to him.  his left rib cage began to feel sore.  he looked at old dead flowers and felt hot.  music making Jack smile.  he looked down the long hallway at the empty door.  it was now dark.  he thought of his long lost daughter.  he remembered telling her that “I will never leave you boo boo.  I love you so much.  You are the bestest of the bestest of the bestest of the bestest of the bestest of the bestest.  I love you sooooooo much.”
“Why do we know someone and love someone for our whole lives and then in a blink of an eye…BOOM…that person is gone and we never see them again???”  Jack Tait will die at some point and eventually be forgotten like everyone else.
sad.