help me i’m dying.

Jack Tait looked in the mirror and saw pain.  saw shame.  saw a life lived but a life sometimes lived in vain.  he walked to the kitchen and scratched another “x” on the extremely outdated calendar.  a calendar that was once used to keep Jack in jail.  in compliance with a world that was set up for boring rich pukes and other useless and irrelevant maggots to keep talented and outspoken threats to their riches down.  deep down in a gutter of shame and booze.  but Jack escaped.  Jack escaped many years earlier.  it wasn’t easy but he did it.  he took abuse from his family.  from his friends.  from his co-workers.  from dumb owners of Thai Restaurants and even dumber owners of shoe companies.  boring stiffs with boring haircuts and boring sex lives.  Jack Tait fucked over two hundred women in his life and even wore a condom once.  he wished he hadn’t.  stupid condom getting in the way of Jack’s enormous explosion of rage against all the people who harmed him.  he needed a release from the shackels that continued to keep him down.  keep him controlled.  keep him in his box…or rather their box of stupid rules and stupid tools.
  Jack left his rundown farmhouse in the middle of nowhere and jumped on his blue tricycle.  he was naked and cold.  he rode to the end of his long driveway and hung a left.  his penis hung right.  Jack Tait was on a mission today.  he wanted to go door to door to find just how many people lived lives worth talking about.  worth discussing.  lives that actually had even a semblance of meaning in an otherwise meaningless world.  one by one he walked up to shitty houses with shitty doors and rang shitty doorbells.  he even passed shitty cars that maggots believed were fantastic.  cars that had huge monthly payments.  then he arrived at houses with huge monthly payments.  huge monthly payments made to huge dull banks.  huge payments made to rich fat white slobs that looked down on anyone who didn’t kiss their small penises and even smaller souls. 
Jack knocked on doors that didn’t have doorbells.
“Hello.  Can I help you?”  said the old white bald man in a white robe with white teeth.
“My name is Jack Tait and I am here to ask you what contributions you make to this world.  So what contributions do you make to this world?”
“I am an actor.”
“WOW!!!  Really?  That is amazing.  what have I seen you in or on or whatever the fuck they say?”
“I don’t appreciate the language my friend.  I have won many Gemini Awards and I don’t need to speak with you any longer.  Please leave before I call my own personal security guard Achmed and he will remove you from the premises.”
“You are definitely important Mr. Actor.  You are such an inspiration to our youth of today.  You teach them the laws of compliance and obediency.  I will leave you alone to your old dog and old wife.  Au Revoir.”
Jack Tait left with a smile and proceeded to the next house in Forest Hill.  This time he walked by pitbulls and sprinkler systems that were out of service.  he spoke with lawyers.  he spoke with Drake.  he spoke with nanny’s.  he spoke with rich useless housewives and even rich useless politicians.  everyone seemingly useless in an area that is seemingly at the top of the food chain.  Jack Tait left Forest Hill numb and uninspired.  onto the next area in his experiment.  his analysis.  Yonge and Eglinton.  here he met some fake family doctors. some fake owner’s of shoe companies and fake presidents of insurance fraud companies.  all the same.  dull and slaves to a society that favours right wing richy types and lowers the boom on the real artists.  not the fairy tale types but the gritty ones who try to inspire.  try to change.  a world that is becoming sicker by the day.  a world that applauds the rich evil types but stifles the smart and passionate fighters.  the fighters who could make a difference in this world filled with followers and fraudsters.
Jack jumped on his tricycle and rode to the poor areas of the city and found the same phony bullshit.  phony poor people acting as if they belonged in Compton but not realizing that the fake Compton folk are following fake celebrities and fake leaders.  everyone fending for themselves in a world with less souls than brains. 
Jack Tait had had enough.  fake fraudsters everywhere.  he rode to the bottom of Bay Street and turned right.  he was sweating and the grime from the decaying Gardiner Expressway was hitting his bald head.  he arrived at the bottom of the CN TOWER and jumped off of his tricycle.  he entered the building and walked up the many many stairs until he arrived at the Observation Deck.  Jack scared everyone away.  they went inside and pulled the fire alarm.  sirens blaring.  darkness arriving.  lights shining in Jack’s decaying eyes.
“WE ARE A SOCIETY OF SHEEP.  THE POOR PEOPLE ARE FOLLOWING RULES OUT OF FEAR.  THEY ARE STUCK IN A SYSTEM THAT PROVIDES THE BARE NECESSITIES TO THE POOR MAN BUT THE POOR MAN DOES NOT KNOW ANY BETTER.  THE MIDDLE CLASS ARE FOLLOWING RULES PUT IN PLACE BY SLAVE OWNERS TO KEEP THE REAL ARTISTS AT BAY.  TO KEEP THE AMERICAN DREAM WITHIN SOME SORT OF REACH BUT A REACH THAT WILL NEVER BE ACCOMPLISHED BY THE MILLIONS AND MILLIONS OF MIDDLE CLASSED SHEEP.  RELIGIONS AND SCHOOLS THAT BUY INTO THE SYSTEM OF REWARDING THE OLD RICH WHITE MAN AND SLOWLY TORTURING THE REST.  LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND YOU ALL LOOK THE SAME.  WAKE UP AND SMELL THE SHIT THAT THE SYSTEM IS FEEDING YOU.  REBEL.  DO NOT LISTEN.  DO NOT GIVE IN.  DO NOT WATCH SHITTY TV.  SHITTY MOVIES.  DO NOT SHOP AT SHITTY STORES AND DO NOT EAT SHITTY FOOD.  AND PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO NOT WAIT TO DIE TO GET TO A HEAVEN THAT DOES NOT EXIST.  LIVE BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE.  ALSO DO NOT BE AFRAID TO TELL SOME OLD RICH WHITE GUY THAT HE IS A FUCKING SNAKE AND GOOD FOR NOTHING BUT COUNTING DOLLARS AND COUNTING GREY PUBIC HAIRS.”
Jack Tait walked back inside.  his penis large and his one ball firm.  he was calm and happy.  he was a man that refused to let the dull boring soulless stiffs win in HIS game.  HIS RULES.  CREATED BY HIM. 
life is amazing even when it appears that it is not.
Jack Tait arrived at the bottom of the CN Tower and walked outside.
Jack Tait immediately fell to the ground in a barrage of gunfire.  a never ending sea of bullets.
“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!!!  Someone please…help…mom?  dad?  Taylor?  Sarah?  Anyone?”