So I guess you wanna know a little about Jack T Fischer. Well, you came to the right place, because I’m Jack: The one and only. Enjoy the story of my youth, for it is a unique tale! No, not really but shit gets mad crazy so hit a blunt cuz you’ll need it.
So the way my Granny tells it is, my mom and dad were happy or so it seemed. Dad was a mechanic (guess I followed in my dad’s footsteps) and mom stayed at home to take care of me and my brother Michael. Mikey was two years older than I was and he looked out for me, no doubt about it. The moment my mom brought me into this world, Mike was right there to make sure I was good. Anyways, apparently the ‘rents started having marital problems or whatever and dad's dick wandered and he found a new playmate in which he left my mom with us boys to fend for ourselves. Granny said mom spiraled into depression, it didn't help that I was only 6 months old when dad left. I think she said something about postpartum? Never truly understood what that meant until I was older but now, it makes me sick to know my father was that kind of man. Well, the depression had a pretty tight hold on my mom and it took her away from us too. I still think my brother and I lucked out that we were too young to remember much of anything, especially myself.
We were also lucky enough that we were close with our grandparents and that’s where the government decided to send us. Growing up was awesome, I had the best life. We were pretty well off, both Michael and I were good students and both on the football team in high school. We were good kids to be honest, I mean we still partied but don’t tell my Granny. She still thinks I’m an absolute saint. She used to call Michael and man whore because she swore he had a different girlfriend every week. The difference between Michael and I when it comes to women, I don’t share that I’m with someone unless I’m serious about them. There’s no point in introducing you to someone special if you’re not special to me you know? My personal life is my personal life and that’s how I’ve always been.
Once I had turned 18, our grandparents had given us a lump sum of money to “find ourselves” or so they said. They knew that where we lived wasn’t home to us so they wanted us to go find where home was. For weeks we googled the perfect place to live and our dumbasses decided we wanted to take on New York City. Two stupid Wyoming boys. I told him New York was gonna get one of us...and no one was more pissed than me that I was right because I had other plans for my life.
What happened? Well, lemme tell you...We go to New York, get an apartment together and everything's great, right? My brother and I both got a job as mechanics and I worked other odd jobs that had to do carpentry and other “Bob the builder” type stuff. Not too long after the big move, I met the mother of son. Nicole. I remember the first time I laid eyes on her. I was walking down by the subway, she was angry because she missed her train. Of course I found it amusing, but I only was able to gaze in her direction for a moment before she caught me. Her expression changed allowed her lips to curve into the more beautiful smile I'd ever seen as she witnessed me chuckle at her struggle. The mere eye contact was enough to tell me she was worth the world to approach. That was the day my life turned into a life I never thought I'd have. I thought I was destined to live my life in some sort of solitude and thrive on my own but he proved me wrong. I was so in love with her that I begged her to move in with me after just a few months of us dating.
Being young and irresponsible, the act of bumping our uglies intertwined our DNA and we soon found out we were expecting. The glow on that woman was unreal, before she was pregnant too but when she had our son inside of her there was so much pride radiating from her. Even when she was pissed off at the world or feeling her worst, she still managed to shine. She was an extraordinary woman. I often caught myself wondering what I did to deserve the life I was given, questioning the reason I was so lucky; Maybe I shouldn't have.
30 weeks into the pregnancy, we were awoken by contractions and blood. I rushed her to the hospital, only to spend the worst 56 hours of my life. My baby was on his way, my girlfriend was hemorrhaging and I was left helpless. She had to have a c-section and due to the nature of the situation I had to wait outside. After a while the doctor came out to inform that both baby and mama were stable but they worried if Nicole would make it through the night. I froze for a moment trying to take in the information then demanded to see her. I sat next to her bedside for hours, holding her hand and sobbing. I begged her to stay, told her that I couldn't do it without her. My heart shattered and just as I hid lifted my head I saw her eyes flutter open weakly. Though her body was weak, she managed to gain enough strength to speak. I'll never forget her words as if they were tattooed in my brain.
"He needs you to be strong, don't you dare let him down. Be the father you promised him you'd be. I'll always be with you."
Before I had a chance to ensure her, a tear fell from her eye as she closed them peacefully. The que that he life had ended beeped loudly throughout the room. I lost her but I still had a piece of her. Our son. In honor of his mother, I named him Cole. Cole Aaron Fisher.
After all the shit my son had already been through, I decided to take him back to my hometown in Wyoming like Nicole and I planned, where my grandparents left me the deed to their ranch but after a while I couldn't bare it. It wasn't the same without her so I sold half the family ranch to my brother and moved to Washington DC, a fresh start for Cole and I.
I now own an autobody shop, have a perfectly functioning ranch ran by my brother and a little boy running around. Sounds perfect right? Except, what little Cole doesn't know that his father drinks almost a bottle a night just to quiet my head. I'm high almost all the time, just to help myself remain calm or sleep. I'm a broken man trying to keep myself together.
