Monday morning and Jack Tait woke up back in a suburb of Toronto surrounded by houses and dogs.  his wife and young daughter in the other room of their small townhouse.  his long lost family back together after ten years of abandonment, freedom, loneliness, sickness, winds, sadness, happiness, and sometimes utter ridiculousness.  utter ridiculousness that, from the outsider, appears to be disgusting and sick but from the inside is filled with a calmness that society never offers…ever.  this is why most maggots flee their lives to go on shitty vacations to Florida and Las Vegas.  Saving up all of their hard earned money at the factory to go and blow it on one shitty vacation in January.
Jack Tait walked down the small hallway and looked in on Taylor and Sarah.  both fast asleep.  the never ending dilemma of wanting to wake them up but also wanting the freedom to have a peaceful coffee alone with a Bukowski book and maybe a quick tug.
Jack Tait decided that he needed love more than an orgasm so he jumped on Sarah and Taylor and started tickling them and blowing in their ears.  they woke up giggling and all three of them hugged each other the way they used to hug each other when Taylor was six months old.  Jack Tait longing for the days of the running hugs and building sand castles.  life passing by much too quickly and a man who once wanted to be alone now, more than ever, never wants to be alone.  never wants to leave Taylor and Sarah behind in a scary world that continues to get scarier with fucking morons like Donald Trump and Kevin O’Leary in charge of the masses.  dumb self centered maggots attempting to win votes and run countries into the ground while the thinkers write books and make money off of the dumb leaders.  the right people never in charge.
Jack Tait decided he needed a job so he hopped in Sarah’s car and drove downtown.  the drive was filled with young punks with nothing to live for, driving like racing maniacs, weaving in and out of traffic with zero thought of other’s and zero thought of using their indicator.  cops nowhere to be found.  Jack Tait blasted the Cult and tried to avoid the fake losers. he avoided them as much as he could but there was always one guy that drew Jack’s ire.  his rage.  his rage never subsiding even as he approached his mid sixties.
“FUCK OFF YOU FUCKING MAGGOT.  I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU IF YOU EVER PULL THAT SHIT AGAIN.  BRING YOUR CAR BACK HOME TO DADDY AND BLOW HIM AS WELL.”
Jack Tait didn’t listen for the response as the response was never worth listening to.
Jack continued on his journey.  he would get a job today. he would get a job today.  he would get a job today.  he arrived at the Laser clinic and was immediately approached by two hot, fake girls with big tits and small feet. 
“Can we help you?”
“Yeah, I am here for a job.  the massage therapist job.”
both fake titted fake girls looked at Jack in astonishment.  he was no longer naked but he was still old and bearded.  weathered with tattered clothes and yellow teeth.
“okay…have a seat and we will be right back.”
Jack Tait ran to the washroom and gave a quick tug.  white juice flowing into his left hand.  Jack Tait quickly threw the white liquid into the sink and flushed it down with warm water.  he splashed some cold water on his face and walked calmly back to the waiting room.
Two big cops immediately grabbed Jack Tait and violently threw him into the white cop car waiting outside.
“WHAT DID I DO?  TELL ME WHAT I DID?  WHAT DID I DO?  TELL ME WHAT I DID?
Jack Tait screamed and screamed but nobody listened.  the whole Laser Clinic outside watching in their fake white suits, fake white teeth, fake white tits, and fake red lips.  even the men were plastic and dull.  a horror show among horror shows.  the wrong people arrested by the wrong people in power.  rules for rule followers that are only in place to make old rich white people older and richer.  a sick society that is getting sicker by the day.  by the minute.  a world that is going down a dark path that is filled with greed and ego and dullness and utter sadness but the masses sit and watch The Kardashians and The Bachelor hoping their dull lives get better as they get older.  more weathered.  more wrinkled.  more sad.  more lonely.  a dullness that has dulled the senses and dulled their sex lives.  their love lives.  a dullness that weakens the weak and strengthens the rich but dull morons in charge of the world.
Jack Tait sat in the back of the cop car and looked out at all of the fake dullness.  he pulled down his pants and mooned the crowd.  he looked up at the two white cops and they were laughing. 
“the world is weird.  what does it all mean?”
Jack Tait fell asleep.  finally a calmness to his busy mind.
Sarah’s lonely car sitting alone in the empty parking lot.