slow the fuck down.

Jack Tait woke up with a sore elbow.  a swollen elbow.  an elbow that didn’t move the way it once moved.  he threw on his clothes and walked to the nearest hospital.  he hated going to the Emergency Room but this time he had no choice.  he hoped that it wouldn’t take five hours for the doctor to tell him to go home and put ice on it and come back in two weeks if the swelling hadn’t gone down.
he walked through the front doors of the hospital and approached the Emergency Room Intake.  a pretty girl of about forty years old asked Jack to sit down.  she smiled at Jack.  Jack smiled back.  she flirted with Jack.  Jack flirted back.  she took all of Jack’s info and she took it with a smile.  a pretty smile.  she then took Jack’s blood pressure and heart rate.  she also asked Jack to put his finger on some machine of some sort.  after about three minutes she pulled off all of the various machines that were hooked up to Jack and smiled a big smile.  “You have the heart of a twenty year old.” she said.  “Thanks.”  Jack said with a big, flirtatious smile.  he wanted to fuck her but then he realized that he was married.  Jack wanted to fuck many girls but he always remembered that he was married.  he wished people didn’t follow silly rules but Jack never liked hurting people and if people he loved followed rules then he had to respect that. 
After flirting with the one girl at Emergency, Jack walked through the yellow doors to the next area of intake.  “so many “intake” people for such a little injury” Jack thought.
Anyway Jack moved to the next room and approached the small cubicle.  he sat down and handed the girl his form that he filled out.  he also handed her his health card.  as he did this he noticed how pretty she was.  so many pretty girls in such an ugly place.  beautiful eyes.  beautiful breasts.  Jack Tait should get hurt more often.  the girl asked Jack a bunch of the same questions as the first girl and then he sat in the waiting area.  Normally he would sit for four hours in this spot but this time he was called within ten minutes.  very tired from the night before when he couldn’t sleep due to a racing mind and a pulsating elbow.  anyway he was called in and sat at the next spot.  three different waiting rooms for Jack.  he thought that there was an excess of waiting and maybe an excess of staff but today he didn’t want to fight that battle.  he realized that some battles were not his.  he would probably forget this soon but today he realized it.
after sitting for another twenty minutes the doctor approached Jack and sat down beside him.  she introduced herself and then asked Jack what was wrong.  Jack replied and then the doctor lifted and prodded Jack’s elbow.  “does this hurt?”  “yes.”  “does this hurt?”  “no.”  “what about this?”  “yes.”  “yes.”  “no.”  “yes.”  “no.”  it went back and forth like that for awhile and then the doctor told Jack that he had Bursitis and that rest, ice, heat, and some anti-inflammatories will fix the problem.  she even told Jack that he could play tennis again.  “No, I think I am only going to walk and cycle.  My body is falling apart doc.”  and with that Jack Tait walked out of the Emergency Room.  he walked out to his waiting wife.  his waiting life.  he jumped in her car and went home.  love always better than hate.
three hours later Jack decided he needed to go downtown.  he needed to beg for an acting gig even though he never acted.  he never wanted to sit in waiting rooms filled with desperate actors saying desperate things and looking desperate as they said their desperate things.  he hated phoniness but was sometimes surrounded by it and even immersing himself in it.  he was a complicated man that even complicated himself.
Jack Tait hopped on his blue tricycle and rode down hwy 10 towards Toronto.  he rode fast but not as fast as the speed limit.  he felt cars whiz by.  he felt the sun beaming down.  he smelt shit.  he also smelt dead animals and dead souls.  Jack Tait soon made it from hwy 10 to hwy 410.  a hwy filled with speeding maggots and smelly trucks.  Jack Tait knew he had to concentrate as nobody else did and he feared for his life.  cars whizzed by faster than hwy 10.  they drove by at speeds of 140 sometimes 150.  no cops around of course.  they were too busy busting people for driving ten over on a remote farm street in the middle of fucking nowhere where nobody gets hurt and nobody lives.
anyway Jack Tait was scared so he concentrated.  he was focused.  he didn’t want to die.  he wanted to live as long as he could.  he never understood all the maggots racing by in their shitty “souped up” Mazda’s doing 150 and racing to nowhere.  “ALL THESE FUCKING MAGGOTS ARE RACING TO THEIR SHITTY JOBS.  RACING TO THEIR SHITTY WIVES.  RACING TO THEIR SHITTY LIVES WHERE THEY DO NOTHING SUBSTANTIAL AND READ LITTLE AND TALK BIG.  LITTLE DICKS BUT BIG MOUTHS.  BIG MOUTHS AND LITTLE DICKS.”
Jack Tait enjoyed life with all of it’s ups and downs but he wondered what all these people thought about life.  daily car accidents.  daily deaths.  daily fender benders.  avoidable deaths that never seem to be avoided.  Jack Tait wanted to stop every single car that weaved in and out of traffic to try to make it to their shitty jobs ten minutes earlier than if they didn’t race.  he wanted to stop them and smash them in their dumb faces with his Louisville Slugger bat but he had better things to do with his life.  these people didn’t.  “our society is so fucking dumb that it makes me sick.”  rule followers getting themselves nowhere except run down hockey arena’s and smelly Tim Horton’s coffee shops.  bad tv.  bad music.  bad beer.  bad movies.  bad politics.  Jack Tait hated it all but these peasants took it all in.  Jack Tait continued to ride his tricycle as he passed three different accidents.  sirens.  ambulances.  fire trucks.  screaming people standing on the side of the road and then more speeding once the cars passed the accident.  as Jack rode his tricycle to his stupid audition that he had no chance of getting he suddenly wondered about all the girls that he had fucked over his lifetime and how many had passed away.  he then focused back on the road and rode.  his elbow still swollen and sore.
slow down and live.
why do people drive so fast?
why do muscle heads have small dicks?
why does life go by quicker as you get older?
why are we such a pathetic sad sack society filled with little substance and little minds.
followers.
there are so many irrelevant jobs and irrelevant careers that are not needed but pay well.
life.