Jack always went too far. Sheila wanted everything except children. They were perfect for each other.
They ran off—faces on milk cartons—but had no idea where to go. Jack said he’d take her to paradise, but refused to stop and ask for directions. They got as far as Vegas, then sold Jack’s motorcycle. Bought a Prius. (Nobody saw that coming.) Kept on driving.
Somewhere along the way, they grew up. Jack got a vasectomy. Sheila didn’t get what she wanted.
When they finally reached paradise, Jack didn’t recognize it. So he kept on driving. Jack always went too far.