My "Friend" Jack

I can’t do it.

I can’t goddamn do it.

I can’t walk or take the step to that one point where I have to go to leave my office building or else I’ll be transported to some hell where I’m relentlessly tortured for walking.

''“You can’t! What are you doing?”''

“I’m not walking.”

“That’s good, keep it up and don’t walk, please listen to me.”

“Ok…”

That’s the talk I have with myself all the time, all the damn time. That’s the argument that I can’t win. That’s life with Jack. Jack is a relentless mental monster. One I can’t argue with. Everything’s a crime.

No one is safe, I’m on the verge of losing my job because of Jack, I almost failed high school because of Jack.

Jack. My “Friend” And am I willing to fight Jack for my damn job and life back?

I don’t know.