my everything.

Jack Tait walked along a lonely road in a lonely town trying to piece his previous night together.  he knew that he drank many beers and many shots of whiskey but he had no wallet and no pants.  no friends and no shoes.  he still had his one sagging ball but it was sagging more than normal and his large penis had shrunken to a size that Jack remembers from Grade 8.  sweaty.  hairy.  bald.  lonely.  Jack Tait continued to walk along the lonely road.  a road that probably leads to nowhere but more loneliness and more struggles.  he walks in shame and walks in pain.  he once walked in joy and walked in bravado.  he looked up to the sky above and saw clouds.  saw seagulls.  he also heard loud horns and loud dogs but he saw no one.
Jack Tait wanted to get home so he could jerk off and feel more shame than the shame he was experiencing.  he was a man who wanted love and wanted touch but searched for shame and searched for pain.  he walked in shame the way he had always walked in shame.  wishing he had love from his parents but the love was never there to give.  lost souls passing their “lostness” and their loneliness onto their kids and then they pass it onto their kids and the process of passing down bad habits and tortured souls continues on in a never ending world.  a never ending life.
Jack Tait walked along the road and hoped for a better outcome than what his Mom and Dad had.  a love that was once real.  once intense.  once “forever” suddenly ended on a gym floor in a school in North York one cold February night.  a life shattered and then that shattered life shattering many more and most unable to recover.  fights.  drunkenness.  loneliness.  molestings.  wrongful arrests.  rightful arrests.  fucks.  alcohol centres.  lost friendships.  lost jobs.  lost education.  lost Dads and also lost Mom’s.  everyone lost and unable to recover.  life flying by quickly.  family?
Jack Tait continued to walk.  rain now pouring down.  pouring his shattered confidence down the many drains he walked nakedly by.  his sagging nut now dragging along the pavement.  bleeding.
sitting.  thinking.  walking and thinking and suddenly blind.  “is life finally coming to an end?”  Jack asked himself.  himself didn’t answer and then a cop car appeared out of nowhere.  sirens blaring.  cop car speeding.  two cops in the front seat looking ballsy but looking terrified.  “Are you Jack Tait?”
“yes I am.  why?”
“”You need to come with us Jack.  there’s been an emergency.”
“How could there be an emergency?  I don’t know anyone.”
“yes you do Jack.”
“No I don’t.”
“Yes you do Jack.”
“No I don’t”
“YES.”
“NO.”
“YES.”
“NO.”
“YES.”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”  and then Jack began attacking the two policeman.  he was swinging.  he was kicking.  kicking and swinging.  kicking and screaming.  on and on it went.  punching.  kicking.  screaming.  yelling.  the officers held onto Jack as tightly as they could.  they attempted to calm him down but he did not want to be calm.  he continued to scream and kick and fight.
“we found your Dad Jack.  he’s alive.  we found him in a remote farmhouse in the middle of nowhere and he was lonely.  he was sad.  he didn’t look well.  and the only thing that came out of his mouth was, “where’s Jack?  is he okay?  I miss Jack?  I wish I could have seen him grow up.  he was my best friend.  my true love.  my everything.  WHY????????  WHY DID I DIE???  NOT FAIR????  WHY???”
Jack Tait fell to the ground and began to cry uncontrollably.  the officers held him tight.  held him with love.  held him with respect even though he was naked and in shame.  the officers began to cry and Jack held them tightly as well.
“Can we go see my Dad?”  asked Jack.
the skies opened up and Jack continued to walk alone.  it was now breezy.  it was now dusty.  Jack Tait still naked and still alone.  his lonely ball still scraping the ground and his Dad still buried underground.