memories last forever.

Jack Tait woke up lost and beleaguered in a rundown town out in the middle of nowhere.  his last recollection was getting into a heated argument at a coffee shop on the side of the barren highway with some old white redneck with a loud mouth and a big belly.  the loudmouth with a big belly had a big truck and a big wife.  big house and a big dog.  the only thing that wasn’t big for this loudmouth was his brain and small penis.  Jack Tait knew not to engage in discussions with people without brains who have not read a book since being forced to in high school but he could not help himself.
“WE NEED A REVOLUTION IN AMERICA.  I AM SICK OF TIRED OF ALL THE LIBTARDS WITH THEIR ENDLESS SPENDING AND THEIR SUCKING UP TO GAYS AND FAGGOTS AND BLACKS AND MUSLIMS.  IF YOU LIVE IN AMERICA YOU SHOULD CALL YOURSELF AMERICAN.  THAT IS WHAT BEING AN AMERICAN IS.  AND THAT LAZY BLACK BASTARD FOOTBALL PLAYER KAPERNUCK OR WHATEVER THE FUCK HIS SORRY ASS NAME IS SHOULD BE SHOT.  HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT THE FLAG THE WAY HE DID BY KNEELING DOWN DURING OUR NATIONAL ANTHEM.  DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY SERVICEMEN WE HAVE LOST FIGHTING FOR OUR FREEDOMS?  WE SHOULD STRING HIM UP AND SLICE OFF HIS MOTHERFUCKING BALLS.  HE’S PROBABLY ALSO A PEDOPHILE.  CUT HIS FUCKING NUTS OFF AND HANG HIM IF I WERE IN CHARGE!!!”  said the fat man with the big truck but small penis.
“I disagree with you on that sir.  he is fighting for the injustice happening in the US.  the racism.  the cop killings of young black unarmed men.  fighting for what he believes in.”  replied Jack Tait.
“FUCK YOU SHITHEAD.  YOU ARE WRONG.  I SUPPORT OUR TROOPS AND HE SHOULD STAND.”
“fuck the troops and the dumb wars and dumb people who start the dumb wars.  war is never good and should not be applauded.  most people that I know that join the army are losers with nothing else going on in their sad and pathetic lives.  fuck them.”
“THEM’S FIGHTING WORDS SON.  PUT YOUR DUKES UP YOU LITTLE BASTARD!!!”
“Fuck you you fat fuck.  you are a dumb peasant like most of America.  you are a fat, dumb, dull, old, boring man with boring re-hashed opinions and following stupid politicians who have not helped you get anywhere in life yet you continue to follow them while you eat McDonald’s and drink Coors Light.  Your life will not be missed when you die.  you are an irrelevant piece of fat skin like most people.  you bring nothing to our world but seem to be the expert on everything.  if I had my Louisville Slugger with me I would smash your fat ugly face until your face lost weight and it looked skinny with skin and bones and a little blood.  FUCK OFF FATSO!!!”
that was Jack’s last recollection.  he didn’t know what happened to the fat dumb man nor did he know what happened to his fat ugly wife who was in the old fat man’s big fat fucking truck.  Jack Tait was not covered in blood and he still had all of his teeth.  he didn’t know where he was but he just kept walking.  walking past phony billboards with phony people with fake phony smiles showing off their white fake phony teeth.  ugly people that the corporations deem pretty.  similar to the bad music that the corporations deem good and the shitty movies that the corporations deem fascinating.  a bunch of dull old white guys running our world into a playground for the dull and the rich.  a group of maggots with little soul and little brains to go along with their little penises and keeping the real talents out of their game.  America’s Got Talent catering to average people with nothing to say.  nothing to fight for.  a bunch of clean kids or weird old people but nothing of substance.  nothing challenging.  nothing devastating.  Elvis Presley.  Justin Bieber.  Coldplay.  Cher.  Sonny Bono. Facebook.  Instagram.  all shit.  all dull.  the only excitement for Jack was seeing scantily clad girls wearing their bikini’s and putting on their duck faces for selfies.  Jack Tait could at least jerk off to that but otherwise a whole pile of nothingness junk!!!
Jack Tait continued to walk down the long barren road and he began to hold out his right thumb.  he was now tired, beaten down, and hungover.  life was finally beginning to wear Jack down.  he knew his time was coming to a close but he was going to go out with a fight.  a bang.  not a whimper like most.  he walked and walked.  his one lonely ball scraping the dirt road filled with rocks.  not many cars drove by and when they did the passenger side window would roll down and someone would yell.
“HEY FAGGOT WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES???  YOU OLD WASHED UP PUSSY.  FUCKING FREAK!!!”
On and on it went.  day after dreary day.  angry comments by angry people.  a world filled with anger and hate.  dullness and dumbness.  reality shows taking over from reading and the whole time that this is going down the corporate elite and the elite governments are reaping the benefits of the dumbness.
the sky was getting dark and the sun was setting when an old beat up brown station wagon pulled over to the side of the road.
“hop in” the old Greek man said.
“okay.”  Jack replied.
Jack jumped in and immediately jumped out.
“Where you go?  where you go?  I’ve been looking for you my whole life.  Come back!!!”  the old Greek man said.
Jack Tait kept running and running.  he was sweating.  he was terrified.  he would not stop running.  he would not stop yelling.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Don’t touch me again.  don’t touch me.  I don’t want to get raped.  get away from me.  get away.  you are a sick old Greek man.  leave me alone!!!!!!!!!!”
the Greek man drove away lonely and rejected.
Jack Tait continued to run.  and run.  he ran in shame for something that happened to him over forty years ago but would never forget.  never forgive.  life never letting him forget.  life never letting him forgive.
Jack Tait eventually made it back to his rundown farmhouse in the middle of nowhere and walked inside.  he opened the fridge and grabbed a can of beer and sat on his purple reclining chair.   he opened up the beer and took a huge gulp and stared at his dirty ceiling.  he took three more gulps and crushed the can.  he lay back on the chair and fell asleep. 
tomorrow would be a new day.