notanotherphony.

Jack Tait sat at home.  his wife and daughter in bed.  he sat.  he pondered.  he pondered too much so he grabbed a bottle of Jack to calm his racing mind.  one drink.  two.  two drinks.  three.  he then stumbled up the wooden stairs and looked at his sleeping wife.  he then walked down the carpeted hallway and looked in the bedroom of his sleeping daughter.  he tippy-toed towards her calm body and placed a calm kiss on her calm forehead.  he then calmly tippy-toed out of her bedroom and stumbled back downstairs to his calming bottle.  he calmly gulped the rest of the bottle down his numb throat and exited his calm house.
he stumbled down the barren street in the barren town towards the barren bar.  snow was fiercely falling.  Jack wished it was summer.  Jack would have ridden his blue tricycle.  it was dark.  it was snowy.  it was windy.  it was quiet.  it was lonely.  it was scary.  it was hairy.  it was putridly dreary. 
Jack finally arrived at his destination of escaped pain.  escaped boredom.  he opened the heavy brown door and stumbled inside.  he looked around.  fourteen people.  four girls.  nine boys.  odds not good but who’s counting.  Jack Tait was once a fierce fuck machine.  now he’s old and sad.  he also has one ball and no car.  he sat at the brown bar and ordered a brown beer.  Newcastle brown ale to begin.  one hour later Jack moved onto amber beer.  mind becoming fuzzy.  energy increasing as his brain cells were decreasing.  a poor combination.  poor Jack Tait never learns.  two bartenders.  both girls.  flirting girls.  drinking girls.  friendly girls.  talkative girls.  “YOU’RE MARRIED JACK TAIT.  DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE, LOOK AT ANOTHER WOMAN.  ANOTHER GIRL.  YOU BETTER NOT JERK OFF EITHER.  YOU PLEDGED YOUR ALLEGIANCE AND I AM GOD AND I AM WATCHING!!!”
Jack Tait looked to his left and smiled at another girl who was with a guy.  he then listened to music and shook his head side to side.  he then slipped off his chair and stumbled downstairs to the toilet.  he took a piss and splashed water on his red sweaty face.  he then turned on the blower that dries people’s hands and walked back upstairs.  everything becoming foggy.  “Last call.  did you want another drink?”  “Ahhhhhh….sure…make it a double.”
the bartender handed Jack his “double” of something.  he forgot what he was drinking.  everyone speaking to him but him not knowing what him is saying.  blackout once again.  “I should have stayed home in my calm house on my calm street in my calm town.  FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!”
Last call over.  People gone.  Jack still sitting.  so is his buddy Anthony.  so is one bartender.  Anthony now flirting.  Jack now sweating.  almost sleeping.  still drinking.  still wanting.  still talking.  should be sleeping.  a mouth full of nonsense and barf.  horny for something but closer to passing out than to fucking.  “JACK TAIT YOU SHOULDN’T DRINK SO MUCH.  YOU HAVE SO MUCH POTENTIAL AND YOU ARE WASTING YOUR LIFE AWAY WITH THE BOTTLE.  LOOK IN THE MIRROR JACK.  YOU ARE NOTHING.”  God continuing to talk to Jack.  Jack continuing to ignore.  a man filled with rage.  filled with lust.  filled with hate but filled with love.  filled with a crazy mind but an even guiltier one.  torn and tortured.  “Dad…come home…please…I need you.”
Jack Tait barged into his calm house and slammed calm doors and slammed calm drawers.  he even slammed back one more calm drink.  and in one calm fall fell fast asleep.  smelling and groaning.  sweating and slurring.  MESSY AND…3am.
6am.  “Daddy wake up.  Time to get up Daddy.”
“Okay…what time is it?
“6.”
“Okay.”
Jack stumbled out of bed and stumbled down the wooden stairs.  his amazing daughter following closely behind.  his amazing wife still sleeping in her (our) amazing bed.
“Elf on the Shelf didn’t move.  why didn’t she move Dad?”
Jack Tait still drunk and still sad.  “I’m not sure Taylor.  Ask Mommy when she wakes up.  I need to put the coffee on.”
Guilts coming fast.  headache.  shaky.  sweaty.  coffee on.  coffee.  coffee.  coffee.  “Coffee beeped!!!”
Jack calls up to his wife.  she comes down.  Jack chugs two coffees and then yells something and goes back to bed.  Taylor and Chloe cuddling on the couch.
Taylor gets ready for school.  Chloe gets dressed.  Cooks and feeds Taylor breakfast.  she then drives
Taylor to school.
Jack Tait alone.  sad.  hungover.  guilt ridden.  fast mind.  no car.  restless and lazy all at the same time.  also horny.  really horny.
“life will end one day and I will never see my family ever again.  ever.  never.  and this makes me sad.”

Jack woke up with a new zest on life.  he suddenly had a young wife and a young daughter.  he also had a mother but she was old and lonely.  sad.  a life once filled with hopes.  dreams.  promises.  now filled with aches.  pains.  loneliness.  fear.  fear of death.  fear of life.  fear of love but also fear of hate.
Jack walked down the hallway and down the stairs.  he put on a pot of coffee and sat on the couch.  dark outside.  dark inside.  he took four deep breaths and also took a piss.  shit to come later.  he turned on the tv to watch useless news stations deliver useless news.  Bono wears glasses because he has Glaucoma…yeah sure.  Just like Jennifer Laurence is livid about the leak of her nude pictures.  while human trafficking is prevalent all over the world we are concerned for poor rich Jennifer and her stupid nude pictures.  I haven’t once looked at them.  I would rather see a real girl nude than a plastic one with a fake heart.
Coffee “beeps” so Jack yells for Chloe and Taylor to come down.  Taylor too young to drink coffee.  also too hyper.  Taylor quickly runs down the stairs and asks Jack a thousand questions about life.  “why is the moon out when the sun is also out???  why is their five school days and only two holiday days???  why do you drink coffee???  why did you marry Mommy???”
All relevant questions to a nine year old but to a forty five year old tired and grumpy old man with no coffee nothing is relevant.
“I don’t know.  Not sure.  wait for Mommy to come down.”  it’s always, “wait for Mommy to come down.”
Mommy finally came down.  eyes closed.  hair everywhere.  “Mommy why is the sun out as well as the moon???  Daddy told me to ask you.  Why?  Why?  Why?”
“let me just have a coffee first Taylor.  I haven’t even woken up.”
Chloe drinks some coffee and then Taylor asks again, “Mommy why is the sun out and the moon out at the same time.  Why???”
Chloe ignores Taylor and then Jack chimes in.  “She’s asking you a question Chloe.”
“I DON’T KNOW TAYLOR ALRIGHT!!!”
“Why are you so mad all the time Mommy???”
“Yeah Chloe.  Why?”
“LEAVE ME ALONE OKAY!!!  I HAVE A MIGRAINE!!!”
“You always have a migraine.”
“FUCK OFF!!!”
“Watch your language Chloe.”
Taylor runs upstairs crying.  Chloe stomps upstairs mad.  Jack continues drinking his coffee but his face red and sweating.
Another day.  Another dollar.  Really?
Half an hour later Taylor comes down fully dressed with her Mommy right behind her.  They are rushing.
“Are you coming Jack?  we’re leaving in five minutes.”
“okay…wait.  I won’t be long.”
“we’re not waiting.”
Jack quickly throws on clothes and brushes his teeth.  he then runs downstairs and chases Chloe and Taylor down the street.
“WAIT UP!!!”
Life.  Rush.  Stress.  Angry.  Sad.  Happy.  Tears of joy and tears of sadness and then beautiful music is heard from a beautiful house on the corner of Pheasant Drive.  music always making life better.
we arrive at Taylor’s school and see her run off to play with her friends.  boys.  girls.  soccer balls.  screams.  line-ups.  grade four.  Jack looks at Chloe and says, “I can’t believe she is in grade four already.”
“I know.  where have the last nine years gone?”
The bell rings and Taylor runs over to us to get her knapsack.  Jack leans in for a kiss and Taylor turns away.
“Don’t embarrass her Jack.  You’re going to be that embarrassing Dad in a wheelchair in high school still wanting a kiss from Taylor and all her friends will be looking at you and laughing.”
“Really?”
Taylor gets in the line-up with the rest of her classmates and they walk in.  Chloe and Jack sadly walk away.  Life one day closer to Taylor leaving for good.
Funny how life works.  we are born.  we need our parents and our parents need us and love us and care for us and do everything for us but then we hit an age where we annoy our parents and our parents annoy us and we HATE each other and we tell our parents to “FUCK OFF” and our parents tell us to “SHUT UP” and we leave and we come home and then we leave again and we drive our parents bonkers and our parents drive us insane and then we hit an age where we need our parents for advice with boys and advice with girls and we cry sometimes and we need a hug sometimes and then we hit an age where we leave and we…stop thinking about our parents…and our parents sometimes stop thinking about us and then we have fake family events and fake get together’s and we pretend we all get along but then we ask our parents for a favour and they say “NO” if they say anything at all.  some children lose all contact with their parents and what was once unconditional love has become unconditional hurt and unconditional pain.  pain that hurts a child for the rest of their lives as they sit and wonder what they have done wrong for their parents to NOT CARE.  and they carry this with them for the rest of their lives and then they pass this behaviour and hurt onto their children and then their parents end up on their deathbeds in a hospital and want their children to visit them and their children DO NOT want to visit them but sometimes feel obliged to out of guilt and then they are in a no win situation and then they go but they are not happy and then their parents die and they cry.
then they try to mend their relationships with their children and sometimes it works and sometimes it is just too damn late and then they are on their deathbeds and the whole process starts again and in the end nobody cares about them anyway.  nobody except their immediate family which leads me to the moral of my story which is LOVE YOUR FAMILY AND CARE FOR YOUR FAMILY AND TREAT YOUR FAMILY WITH LOVE.  RESPECT.  AND UNDERSTANDING.  BECAUSE NO ONE ELSE REALLY CARES.
Jack and Chloe get a call from the Principal.
“Taylor has been in an accident.  Can you come to the school to get her?  she’s okay but just a bit banged up.”
“Sure.  we’ll be right there.”
Jack and Chloe rush out the door and drive to the school as fast as they can.  they arrive and quickly run to the Principal’s Office.  they open the door and walk in.  The Principal greets them and brings them over to a spare room.  they look inside and see their daughter lying on the couch with a bloodied rag covering her bloodied face.  “she fell down at recess and her glasses jabbed into her forehead.”  she looks so sad.  so alone.  Jack and Chloe walk in and give their young beautiful daughter a HUGE hug.  Taylor cries.  Jack cries.  Chloe cries. 
They walk out of the school together.
Family.
Mom.

day after boring day we watch the clock tick away. our ticking lives whizzing by quickly.  some lives more exciting than others.  we constantly say that things will get better and that we will begin working out and we say we will cut back on cigarettes and booze and start seeing family more and friends more and eat better and blah blah blah.  But then we see another year go by quickly and wonder where it went.  wrinkles forming.  grey hairs forming.  cancers forming.  everything forming except life.  following shitty rules that were put in place by shitty people over one hundred shitty years ago but we all follow nonetheless.  lack of thinking.  lack of emotions.  lack of love.  lack of balls.  lack of direction.  lack of fun.  everything lacking in an otherwise fine life.  TGIF puppets everywhere as banks get richer and the movies get shittier.  has anyone seen more than one good movie in the past year?
  we all wake up.  we all brush our teeth.  we all have coffee.  if you are hip and cool you may have tea as you ride your bicycle on busy streets and get in everyone’s way.  all the power to you.  we all go to work.  some jobs exciting filled with passion but most jobs boring and filled with depression and misery.  “BUT I HAVE MY PENSION TO LOOK FORWARD TO!!!”  yes you do and you can look forward to it as you get fat, old and wrinkled.
  think.  feel.  wake up.  listen.  do not obey your parents if what they are teaching you is wrong.  eat.  drink.  be merry but be merry with a purpose and fuck as many people as you can when you are young because soon you will be old and married or old and widowed.  old nonetheless.  life is short.  make the most of it.  do not sit back and work for shitty people and come home and watch shitty tv as you eat shitty food and pet your shitty dog.  get out and enjoy life.  fight the system.  fight authority.  fight the nametag wearers.  the pallbearers.  fight opinions and fight them with conviction.  if the shoes you wear are shit then they are shit.  I don’t give a flying fuck if they say Clark’s or Hunter or Converse.  they are shit.  do not follow.  do not sit back quietly.  do not obey when what you are obeying is wrong.  How the fuck did Hitler convince so many people that his mission was a good one???  because his country was filled with boring robots similar to the robots that we have here.  WAKE UP AND STOP POSTING STUPID VIDEOS OF BABIES AND DOGS BEING CUTE AND FUNNY.  WHO FUCKING CARES???
  with each passing year I am getting closer to death.  this means that you are getting closer to death.  stop the insanity and live your life and live it to it’s fullest.
  do not be on your deathbeds regretting the life you lived…or didn’t live.  LIFE IS SHORT AND ONLY YOU CAN CHANGE IT OR YOU WILL PRETEND TO BE HAPPY FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIVES WHILE YOU SIT ON YOUR DULL ASS IN DEPRESSION.
  I never want to die.  I do not want to leave Nicole and Rylee behind.  That’s what’s so sad about life.  you spend your whole lives with people you love and then one day you don’t wake up.
  LIFE. DEATH. HAPPY. SAD. LOVE.

“shit.  shit.  shit.  everything is shit.  the “short man syndrome” always in play.  the bosses daughter.  slutty.  ugly.  fat.  useless.  peasants of the worst nature.  the blame game in full effect.  DO NOT EVER LOOK IN THE MIRROR OR YOU WILL PUKE.  POINT THE FINGERS AT EVERYONE.  WE ARE ALL ADOLF HITLER TO YOU WHILE YOU RUN AROUND LIKE A BALD SHORTY ABUSING PEOPLE.  BELITTLING PEOPLE.  MOCKING PEOPLE.  SHYSTERING PEOPLE.  PEASANTS.  MAGGOTS.  HIRING DUMMIES WHO SAY, “yes” TO YOUR EVERY FEEBLE WORD YOU FUCKING SHORT USELESS MAGGOT.”
  Jack Tait woke up mad.  madder than the day he woke up yesterday mad.  he was sick of the abuse.  the lies.  the manipulations.  the lack of respect.  the nepotism.  useless people in charge of other useless people.  boring and dumb.  clean shaven and circumsized.  “FUCK THEM ALL.  THEY ARE MAGGOTS.  THEY ARE ALL DULL.  THEY HIKE THEIR PANTS UP TO THEIR MOTHERFUCKING BALLS AND SCRUNCH THEIR SMALL CIRCUMSIZED PENISES.  THEY CAN ROT IN HELL AND I WILL LAUGH AT THEIR UGLY NAKED USELESS FAT DAUGHTERS!!!”
  Jack now smiled and ran outside to his wading pool and puked.  he puked red blood and then came back inside for a bowl of cheerios.  he ate the cheerios and read the latest facebook posts and then immediately ran outside to his wading pool and puked and shit at the same time.  then a Jehova’s Witness came to the door.  Jack was naked.  the Jehova’s witness was clothed.  a shitty suit from Moore’s.  “FUCKING PEASANT.  LEAVE BEFORE I TAKE MY LOUISVILLE SLUGGER AND SMASH YOUR PEARLY WHITES RIGHT OUT OF YOUR GOD DAMMNED MOUTH.”
  “okay sir.  whatever you say.” 
  the Jehova’s witness took off.
  Jack calmly went back inside and cracked open a bottle of Jack.
  he then pulled out a wad of cash and counted it.  he laughed.  he drank.  he farted.  a silent one but a deadly one and then he ran out to his wading pull and puked once again.  I think Jack Tait was allergic to short bald men who were known to rip people off and their last name’s were FinkleSTEIN.  “FUCK ALL OF THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS WHO THINK I AM EVIL.  I AM RACIST.  I AM HOMOPHOBIC.  I AM DRUNK.  FUCK ALL OF THOSE MAGGOTS.  THEY COMPLAIN ABOUT CERTAIN DICTATORS WHILE THEY FUCK PEOPLE OVER ALL THE MOTHERFUCKING TIME.  FUCK EVERYONE WHO FUCKS WITH ME.”
  Jack Tait then rode his tricycle to his Zen Master’s house and began stretching and humming silly hums.  He stretched.  he hummed.  he stretched.  he hummed.  Hamas then attacked the Zen Master’s house with bombs and knives.  then came Timothy McVeigh.  fourteen pitbulls suddenly appeared out of nowhere and while the Hamas people were saying, “ahhhhhhh nice doggy…nice doggy”  Jack pulled out his Louisville Slugger and started swinging wildly at the wild dogs that people pretended were kind.  Saddam Hussein came out of his bunker sweaty and thirsty and not far behind was the smartest yet craziest of all…Adolf Hitler.  he swung his arms wildly and kept twitching his moustache.  he had on a blue tracksuit with a large shit stain in the back.  Jack Tait offered Hitler his hand and then started jumping up and down.  “GET AWAY FROM ME.  GET AWAY FROM ME.  GET AWAY FROM ME.  I WILL TEAR YOUR COLD HEART APART AND THROW MEL LASTMAN’S TOUPEE AND STAR OF DAVID CROSS DOWN YOUR MOTHERFUCKING THROAT!!!”
  Hitler collapsed and began to cry profusely.  He had lost his chutzpah.  he also lost his virginity to the squirrel four hours earlier.  Finkelstein was happy because he ripped someone off.  scammed them one trillion dollars but smiled while fucking.  the worst kind of maggot possible.  Hamas smiled as did Hussein and then the lights went out and Jack left the building.  he was extremely tired and extremely horny.  he jumped on his tricycle and went to Oliver’s Jeweller’s to see Oliver.  a fine Catholic (yeah right) man.  another peasant.  another con artist.  why are some races known to be con artists and rip off artists while other’s are known to be criminals and drug dealer’s and other’s are known to be drunks while other’s are known to be racist.  could all this be true?  are stereotypes real?  true?  do we avoid talking about them because we are a society of followers who feel that it is better to be nice to people to their faces but FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF THEM BEHIND CLOSED DOORS???
  Jack Tait blew his load all over Oliver’s jewels and then said, “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOBODY!!!”
  he knew that it wasn’t a quote from Oliver but a quote from Oliver’s bald peasant of a friend Mel Lastman.  every peasant equally as disgusting and evil. ” Hitler is evil but so are many others so shut the fuck up and look in the mirror.” Jack screamed.  then he calmly said, “short.  bald.  ugly.  slutty.  useless and dull.”  then he left.
  Three hours later Jack Tait passed out alone on his shitty reclining chair in his shitty rundown farmhouse in the middle of nowhere.  he was filled with rage.  but he knew this was a good thing.  “DO NOT LISTEN TO THE PEASANTS…EVER.”  Jack Tait.

Jack Tait woke up and was ready for his next victim.  Mike Lambert.  Mike Lambert dated Jack’s Mom after Jack’s Dad died many years ago and he was a complete and utter asshole.  Jack could not believe that such a beautiful woman would date such an evil and disgusting man.  he could not believe that this degenerate of a man was chosen to replace his loving and caring Dad.  Jack Tait sometimes sat outside his Mom’s bedroom listening to Mike Lambert and his Mom kiss and talk and fuck.
  Jack Tait was sad and Jack Tait was mad.
  Many times poor Jack would try and stand up to Mike Lambert but all to no avail.  Jack Tait was ten years old.  Mike Lambert was forty.  One time when Mike Lambert was trying to get the VHS machine to work and he was struggling mightily Jack Tait told Mike Lambert to change the channel to channel three.
  “SHUT UP.  WHAT DO YOU KNOW?  YOU”RE JUST A KID!!!”
  “I know that it works.  that’s all you have to do.  put it on channel three.”
  “I TOLD YOU TO SHUT YOUR TRAP.  I KNOW WHAT I’M DOING!!!”  Mike Lambert’s face becoming redder with every word.  every bark.
  “I know that I’m right.  I watched my Dad do that and it worked.”
  “WELL YOU’RE DAD’S NOT HERE NOW IS HE???”
  “FUCK YOU ASSHOLE.  I HATE YOU.  I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!”  Jack Tait stormed off while Mike Lambert shook the converter.  Jack’s Mom standing in shock not knowing what to do.
  That was the last time Jack Tait saw Mike Lambert.  Jack’s Mom could not take the abuse anymore.  the anger anymore.  The dumbness anymore. the numbness anymore.  Jack Tait’s Mom could not take life anymore and the next day she took too many sleeping pills and lay motionless on the bathroom floor.  unconscious with her friend Annie right beside her while Jack and his younger brother John sat outside scared.  lonely.  helpless.  life taking many turns for the worse.
  Ten minutes later the ambulance arrived.  sirens once again reminding Jack of death.  his Dad.  sad.
  the ambulance men rushed by Jack and John.  Jack heard the panic in the bathroom.  heard Annie.  heard the ambulance men but didn’t hear his Mom.  didn’t hear his Dad.  he wondered if his Mom was about to reconnect with his Dad in heaven.  Jack believed in God back then.
  Ten minutes after the last ten minutes the ambulance men exited with Jack’s Mom.  they were holding her.  she was dead or asleep.  Jack not sure.  all the ambulance men rushed right by Jack and John and went immediately to the ambulance parked outside.  Annie stayed behind to talk with Jack and John.
  “Your Mom is alright.  she collapsed but she is alive.  she will be better soon.”
  A month passed by very slowly.  Jack finally seeing his Mom again.  finally reunited again.  the family together again…minus Dad.
  Jack Tait in the present version…old.  wrinkled.  alone.  one nut.  drunk.  smelly.  hungover.  sad.  pathetic.  poor.  hairy.  yes…that Jack Tait woke up hungover and alone for the twentieth year in a row.  his one friend being the lonely dead squirrel in Jack’s aquarium.  he woke up and thought about his plan for the day.  the plan to search and find Mike Lambert.  evil Mike Lambert.  the evil Mike Lambert that drove Jack’s Mom to near suicide.
  Jack grabbed his Louisville Slugger and opened his shitty front door to his shitty rundown farmhouse in the middle of nowhere and hopped on his shitty blue tricycle.  Mission about to begin.  he rode to the end of his long shitty driveway and was on his way to exact revenge on the evil man who once made Jack’s life shitty.  Jack was naked.  he is always naked.
  Jack rode down one county road to the next.  his hairy chest hairs blowing in the wind.  he was sweating and he was panting but nothing was going to stop what would be his best mission in life to date.  EXACTING REVENGE ON THE ASSHOLE WHO ALMOST BROUGHT HIS MOM TO DEATH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  Jack went down some secret seedy street and knocked on a seedy door.  a seedy short man answered the door and brought Jack into his seedy apartment.  everything was seedy.  everything was small. 
  “So you can help me find Mike Lambert?  the Mike Lambert who almost killed my Mom with his nasty words and nasty face?”
  “Yes I can,”  the short man responded.
  “How long will it take?”
  “Give me ten minutes.  I will be back in ten minutes.”
  Jack Tait sat and waited in the seedy apartment while the short man went into a secret room in the back.  a seedy secret room.  ten minutes later the short man was back.  standing in front of Jack and holding out a small piece of paper.
  “Thanks “Shorty”.  Thanks a lot.  I owe you one.”
  “You always “owe me one” Jack.  you always “owe me one.”
  Jack quickly snatched the small piece of paper and quickly exited the room.  everything was now moving quickly.  Jack hopped on his blue tricycle and quickly pedalled to his destination…Petrolia.  Shitty Petrolia.  Shitty Petrolia where Mike Lambert was once a Principal at a High School but will soon be the Principal player in a game of smash and bash.  humiliating the man that once tried to humiliate Jack.  Jack smiled and rode on.  he rode through streets and highways through storms and sun.  Jack Tait was on his mission.  Seven hours later he arrived.  182 Butternut Court.  Suite (yeah right…apt) number 6.  I love when people put “suite” when they live in a rundown apartment in a rundown building in a rundown town.  “NOBODY FOOLS JACK TAIT.”
  Jack Tait calmy and methodically parked his blue tricycle and rested it on the bricks.  He then calmly walked into the small shitty apartment’s front doors.  he scanned the directory and found Mike Lambert.  It read “Superintendant.” 
  Jack Tait paused and smirked and then buzzed apt. 6.
  “Yeah?”
  “Hi sir…I am looking to rent an apartment in your fine building.  Can you let me in?”
  “These are suites.  Not apartments.  You got that?”
  “Yes…I’m sorry sir.  Suite…I want to rent a suite.”
  “Okay I’ll buzz you in.”
  Mike Lambert buzzed Jack in and Jack walked down to “suite” number 6.  Jack was about to knock when this old wrinkled and feeble man came out.  he was also very red.
  “Where are your clothes?  YOU CAN’T RENT ONE OF THESE SUITES IF YOU DON’T WEAR CLOTHES!!!”
  “I have money and I have booze.”
  “I DON’T CARE.  I WANT MONEY BUT I DON’T DRINK.  I NEVER TOUCHED THE STUFF!!!”
  “LIAR.  YOU MIKE LAMBERT ARE A LIAR.  NOBODY DOESN’T DRINK.  THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO DO NOT DRINK ARE ALCOHOLICS AND RAGE FILLED LUNATICS.  YOU CAN BULLSHIT MY MOM BUT YOU CAN’T BULLSHIT ME!!!”
  “Your Mom?  Who are you?”
  “I am Jack Tait.  Remember me?”
  “No I don’t.  Who are you?”
  “I AM JACK TAIT.  ARE YOU SURE YOU DON’T REMEMBER ME?”
  Mike Lambert looked at Jack Tait with evil eyes.  red evil eyes.  Jack Tait looked back with sad eyes.  blue sad eyes.
  “No…I really don’t…”  and then he remembered.  he stared.  he was scared.  the bat was raised and Jack was now laughing. 
  “Don’t do it.  Please…I didn’t do anything wrong.  I only wanted to please your Mom.  she was sad.  she was so sad and I wanted to help her.  I am a good man.  a god fearing man.  if you do this you will go to hell.  you will go to hell.  HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLPPPP!!!!!”
Jack Tait began smashing Mike Lamberts feet.  then his legs.  then his knees.  he was laughing the whole time.  Mike Lambert was screaming.
  “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
  Then he started crying.  snot and blood everywhere.
  Jack continued laughing and then with one last thud swung his Lousiville Slugger right into Mike Lambert’s heart.  his cold dead heart.
  “That was for my Mom.  you are a sick man Mr. Lambert.  A very sick man.  You almost left me with no parents.  NO PARENTS.  I hope you rot in this shitty apartment.  sorry…”suite”.  this shitty and smelly rundown suite.  I hope they never find you.  you are sick but more importantly you are sad.”
  Jack Tait calmly took a drink of water and exited the shitty APARTMENT.  naked and alone once again.  Mike Lambert lay motionless.  sad and alone.