Life’s a Bitch!



Mike is sitting on the couch in his living room. It is the only undamaged piece of furniture remaining. The stylish ranch home he spent fifteen years remodeling into the perfect dream home took less than six hours to destroy. The ax and sledgehammer he used lay on the floor beside the sofa.

He is drinking heavily. There are photos of him and Dell, along with several stacks of money, scattered atop the cracked and leaning coffee table to his front. There is also a pad of paper.

“You fucked me, now I fuck you.”

He begins to write what he says.

“And a system that continues to reward… No. Scratch that. Continues to pay-off whores long after their services cease, will reap a whirlwind of hate spawned… Nope. Scratch, scratch, scratch… A whirlwind of revenge inspired acts by those seeking justice. And blood will flow freely in this cesspool of society.”

He pours another drink and gulps it down, then throws the glass at a wedding picture on the mantel. Both shatter and rain down on the hearth and bounce on the carpet. Just like his dreams and memories. As he stares at the freshly torn picture he recalls the day he carried her across the threshold, in this very house. Now, the pictures and the house are nothing but the shattered reminders of so many broken dreams.

He grabs the bottle and points at a picture of Dell.

“You and the system screwed me.” He almost falls sideways, and has to right himself. “Well, you dirty stinking two-faced whore, how do you like this?”

Mike tosses the stacks of money into a metal waste basket. He pours some whiskey into the container, grabs a lighter, flicks on the flame… after a few tries, and drops it in. The contents immediately ignite.

“Y-you and the Gestapo and that fucking lawyer you’re screwing won’t get any future payments either—cuz’ there won’t be any.”

Mike reaches down by his leg and retrieves a .38 caliber Smith and Wesson revolver.

“W-who has the last laugh now?”

He lifts the gun to the side of his head, and without hesitation pulls the trigger.

He hears the click… but nothing happens.


He looks at the weapon, places it back to his head, and pulls the trigger again.



He looks in the cylinder.


He looks at the waste basket where the fire is slowly going out; all the contents are burned.

“Now I don’t even have enough money to buy bullets.”

He looks and points at the picture of Dell.

“You make me so mad, bitch, I can’t even think straight,” he said. “I can’t even plan my escape from your money-grubbing clutches.”

He stands, staggers, but regains his balance.

“What the hell am I going to do now?”

He takes a long swig from the bottle.

He turns, catches his foot on the broken coffee table, and crashes down atop it and the junk strewn about. And his head hits the sharp corner on the way down.

Mike heard the cracking of his skull. He saw the splatter of his blood. The bottle falls from his hand, hits the floor, and the remaining fluid begins to drain onto the carpet. And his last conscious thought was simply: Ain’t life a bitch!


12 thoughts on “Life’s a Bitch!

    • jwtatfbc June 18, 2016 / 3:49 am

      Very true. Unfortunately, it was a woman who brought it out in the character, my friend. But I definitely agree. It’s not the way to handle it.

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      • Mary Cathleen Clark June 18, 2016 / 3:52 am

        Well, he did end up doing what he wanted to do–kill himself–just not in the way he wished to.

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      • jwtatfbc June 18, 2016 / 3:55 am

        True; although the primary desire was to deny her and the system getting anymore out of him. Killing himself was just a means to an end, so-to-speak. The mental break down of losing too much and too much alcohol.

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      • Mary Cathleen Clark June 18, 2016 / 3:58 am

        Yes, put alcohol in the mix and a lot of people do things they wouldn’t otherwise do in their right mind. I’ve seen it, and am sure you have too, my friend.

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      • jwtatfbc June 18, 2016 / 4:00 am

        Unfortunately, yes I have seen it. Bad choices then become magnified into tragic choices.

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      • Mary Cathleen Clark June 18, 2016 / 4:04 am

        Yes, that can happen.
        I’m off to bed now, my wonderful friend. Good night and sweet dreams.

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      • jwtatfbc June 18, 2016 / 4:05 am

        And good night and sweet dreams to you, Pretty Lady.

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  1. avaswan June 21, 2016 / 3:09 am

    This reminds me of the guy who had lost everything financially, his marriage and the IRS just had made his life miserable. So one day he snapped and flew a plane into their building. Nobody took anything else from him again and that’s why he did it. He gave up on life.

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    • jwtatfbc June 21, 2016 / 3:26 am

      Unfortunately many people get to a point of hopelessness when they pin their hopes and dreams on the wrong thing. Thank you for your response.

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      • avaswan June 21, 2016 / 3:31 am

        Yep, material things are not what God wants us to cherish.

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      • jwtatfbc June 21, 2016 / 3:34 am

        You’re so right. Only the intangibles build character, and help us look with the right perspective; such as faith, hope, and love.

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