love thy neighbour as thy love thyself.

Jack Tait sat tired and alone.  he was going blind and he was losing his mind.  age getting the best of him.  he lost one of his testicles long ago but the blindness and lack of mind was tougher on him.  he knew he only had twenty years left on this earth and that saddened him.  he has seen many things in his life.  but he still has lots to discover.  he vowed long ago that he would never stop learning.  never stop living.  he didn’t want to be like most of the peasants working in shitty jobs and drinking shitty beer and sitting in shitty arenas and shitty parks.  he wanted to experience life.  he wanted to fuck many girls and jerk off to many more.  he wanted to read many books and see many animals.  he also wanted to ride his blue tricycle across Canada the way Terry Fox once wanted to run across Canada. 
“Terry Fox was a true hero!!!”  Jack often screamed.  nobody ever listening.  nobody ever did listen to Jack Tait.  he was too angry.  too hairy.  too vulgar.  too real.  too honest.  most people want bullshitters like Trump and Ford.  Clinton and Clinton.  “Give me Bukowski anyday.  he was a man with a real heart.  a real soul.  he didn’t aim to please.  he aimed to inspire.  aimed to incite.  aimed to challenge.  most peasant artists today try to be famous or try to be rich.  FUCK THEM ALL WITH ALL OF THEIR USELESS DRIVEL AND USELESS SOULS.  THEY ALL WOULD BE BETTER OFF AS ACCOUNTANTS OR BANK TELLERS.  PEOPLE PLEASERS ARE WORSE THAN BANK ROBBERS.  BOTH ARE DESPERATE BUT ONE IS MORE DESPERATE.”
Jack Tait suddenly got tired.  more tired than he already was.  a day of riding his tricycle nakedly around countryside roads must have done him in.  blowing trees and flying butterflies mixed in with fast cars and fast dogs.  Jack Tait was chased many times but he never gave in.  he never let one dog get to him the way most peasants let many dogs get to them.  “I AM IN CONTROL OF MY LIFE AND I WILL NEVER LET ANYONE TAKE CONTROL OF ME OR MY LIFE.  I AM JACK TAIT.  MAN OF FEW WORDS BUT BIG HEART.  BIG SOUL.  BIG PENIS.  BIG COURAGE.  NOBODY WILL DEFEAT ME.  NOT EVEN DEATH.  TOO MANY PEOPLE I HAVE LOVED HAVE DIED AND I WILL NEVER LET THAT HAPPEN TO ME AS I WOULD NEVER WANT TO INFLICT THE SORT OF PAIN THAT I HAVE BEEN THROUGH ON ANYONE ELSE!!!”
Jack Tait then laid his head down on the skinny dirty pillow and fell asleep.  long day.  long life.  lonely.  sad.  memories of dead Dad’s and dead squirrels.  sore belly.  sore heart.  busy mind that is falling apart and still one sagging ball.  he quickly fell asleep and dreamed of how fast life goes.  one day you are ten and then the next day you are sixty-one.  life moving slowly along and then BOOM.  someone dies and thirty years are erased from your life.  “what happened to my life?’
LOVE THY NEIGHBOUR AS THY LOVE THYSELF.