you just take a morning shit and move on.

Jack Tait sat beaten down and depressed.  for the first time in his sixty one years on this earth he could no longer see a future.  he was always a positive hopeful man despite his constant arrests and constant failures.  he figured that eventually he would hit the jackpot and when he did he would turn around to all of his naysayers and say, “FUCK YOU…FUCK YOU ALL!!!”
But he could no longer see a future.  no longer see a path.  in fact he could almost no longer see period.  age catching up to the once invincible man.  over one hundred and fifty fucks.  one thousand drunken nights.  one hundred fights.  five thousand blown loads from his masterful right hand.  fifty arrests.  five girlfriends.  two pet cats.  two pet dogs and numerous premature deaths in his family.  Jack Tait was now alone.  alone and sad.  sad and worried.  he saw the end much clearer than seeing the beginning.  thoughts still invading his big brain but thoughts of loneliness.  thoughts of torture.  thoughts of young girls with hot bodies no longer looking at old wrinkled up men with one testicle.  a once proud fucking machine now fuckless and fucked.  Jack Tait sat back in his shitty purple reclining chair and chugged a bottle of beer.  he let out a huge belch and then drank another beer.  he let out another huge belch.  he drank one more beer and then screamed, “AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”
KNOCK.  KNOCK.  KNOCK…silence.  KNOCK.  KNOCK.  KNOCK…silence.  KNOCK.  KNOCK.  KNOCK.
“who’s there?”
“boo.”
“boo who???”
“why are you crying…hahahahahahaha.”
“Get the fuck away from my house little kid!!!  How the fuck did you find me here anyway?  I am alone.  I like being alone.  I am sad and alone but no one knows that I am sad and alone because I tell everyone that I like to be alone and I am happy to be alone.  I once had a dog who I treated like a human being and I fed him hamburgers and popcorn and let him sleep with me in my bed and let him drive with me and he didn’t wear a seatbelt but I did and the cops just looked in and drove away every time they did a spot check.  One time I was eating a bowl of chili when I was driving and my dog ate half of it and then puked and I laughed and kissed him.  I LOVE BEING ALONE.  I EAT ALONE.  I DRINK ALONE.  I WATCH SHITTY TV ALONE AND LISTEN TO SHITTY MUSIC ALONE AND I EVEN EXERCISE ALONE EVEN THOUGH I NEVER EXERCISE. WHEN I HAD MY DOG I PRETENDED TO WALK HIM BUT I JUST TOSSED HIM IN THE BACKYARD TO SHIT AND PISS BUT SOON THERE WAS NO ROOM TO SHIT AND PISS AS THE LAWN WAS FILLED WITH SHIT AND PISS SO I BROUGHT MY DOG TO THE NEIGHBOUR’S YARD TO SHIT AND PISS!!!!!  I AM HAPPY.  NOW FUCK OFF KID!!!”
“I am not a kid.  why are you calling me a kid?  open the door and you will see who I am.  open the door old man.  can you do that?
“who are you calling old man little kid?  I will beat you with my Louisville Slugger.”
“Ooooooooooohhhhh you’re scaring me old man.  I am pooing my pants and peeing too.  just open the goddamned door!!!!”
Jack Tait got up and drunkenly walked to the front door.  he tried to peep through the peephole but he didn’t have one.  he hadn’t had one since he lived in Toronto over forty years ago.  he unlocked the door and swung it open as fast as he could but no one was there. 
“hello?  where are you you little prick?”  Jack said with his raspy drunken voice.
“I will get you and when I get you you will wish that you hadn’t been born.  I am so sick of maggots and rats and pests and peasants.  they have ruined my life.  where’s my dog?  I had a dog.  Dusty???  Are you there?  C’mon Dusty.  Snoopy?  Is that you?”
still no answer.  no sound.  no life.  emptiness in a vast open field.  dead rabbits.  dead squirrels.  scared deer.  sound of silence which was peaceful but sad.  but still nothing in front of Jack Tait.  he looked to the left and saw his blue tricycle.  he looked to the right and saw his Louisville Slugger bat.  he drunkenly walked outside and screamed once again,”HEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOO…IS ANYONE OUT THERE?????????”
silence.
Jack Tait began to walk.  he left his blue tricycle behind as well as his bat.  he walked down the long lonely driveway.  his feet dragging.  his knees sore.  his toes sore.  his back sore.  everything sore.  everything old.  an old man clinging to hope but losing the battle.  a mind still working but a body unable to work to the abilities of his mind.  a man still searching for truth but truth never really the answer in a life filled with lies. filled with deception.  a life filled with births and deaths and weddings and pregnancy’s and divorces and fucks and arrests and graduations and job hirings and job firings and drunken nights and hungovered days and blackouts and great times with family and shit times with family and Jack just kept on walking.  walking and walking.  alone and alone.  his one nut wishing he had a partner but that friendship ended the way all friendships end.  they just end.  no rhyme.  no reason.  you just take a morning shit and move on.
Jack Tait was walking until death.  lonely.  alone.  and sad.