"that is NOT life."

rules.  regulations.  traditions.  religions.  Sunday School and fake weddings and even faker funerals.  Jack Tait has seen it all in his sixty one years on this earth.  he once followed silly traditions and silly rules.  silly religions and silly fools but he decided awhile back that none of it really mattered.  it was rules and traditions made up by fools who put themselves on pedestals while they ruined the very world we all lived in.  incessant wars caused by greed and ego.  religious leaders being charged with rape.  political leaders being charged with rape.  political leaders being charged with tax evasion and fraud.  adulterous behaviour by sickening people pretending to be friends of the people while being enemies of the people and friends of the foe.  fake debates and wasted conversations after the debates.  all of it distractions for the average person living an average life in an average job with an average opinion.
Jack Tait decided awhile back that he needed to be a real thinker.  a free thinker.  a bringer of noise and a bringer of chaos to the mundane world that surrounded him.  he tried many times to help his friends get out of their mundane routines and mundane lives filled with following dumb mundane rules made up by old rich white mundane men filled with mundane semen.  he tried and tried but no one wanted to listen.  they were caught up in their fears.  their traditions.  standing for the national anthem was their duty.  acknowledging remembrance day was their duty.  acknowledging the Sabbath day was their duty.  wearing suits and dresses to weddings and funerals.  wearing suits and dresses to family gatherings and work gatherings and workdays and weekends.  suits and dresses acting as business cards and acting as shields for the real human being behind them. 
Jack Tait moved away from it all but it wasn’t easy.  nothing hard ever is.  he left the distractions.  he left the family.  he left his friends.  he left his lovers.  he left hope behind in a cloud of smoke filled with lies and phoniness.  he left it all behind as he jumped on his blue tricycle and rode away from the cities.  he rode away from the towns.  he rode away from annoying judgemental family members.  he rode away from annoying judgemental authoritarian figures.  peasants that will all die.  death cannot be escaped.  some die early like Jack Tait’s Dad.  some die late like Jack Tait’s Dad’s Dad.  one a great guy (Jack Tait’s Dad).  the other a racist lying rule follower (Jack Tait’s Dad’s Dad).  “Only the good die young” another lie fed to people yearning for meaning but yearning for The Bachelor and The Kardashian’s as well. 
Jack Tait continued to ride into the cold Autumn air.  he was naked.  his one ball dangling in the cool wind.  Jack Tait was free at last to live the life he always wanted to live.  he arrived at his rundown farmhouse in the middle of nowhere and walked inside.  he sat on his purple reclining chair and looked up to the dirty ceiling.  he saw nothing.  he then got up and opened the front door and looked outside.  NOTHING.  cold winds.  blue skies.  leaves flying somewhere in the sky but not at Jack’s house.  no trees.  no leaves.  no people.  no cops.  no bats.  no dogs.  no rules.  no followers.  no pain.  no rain.  a man seemingly insane but a man never waiting in vain.
Jack Tait took a deep breath and let out a big sigh, “ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…this is the life.”
way off in the way off distance he could see smoke and mirrors, bloodshed and fears.
“that is NOT life.”