i wrote this for my scholastic writing at school a "short short" story. microsoft word killed my paragraphs

Tom Thumb’s Blues

My name is Tom Thumb. Every day I work from nine to five. I guess I’m just another boring day-to-day middle management worker. It takes me an hour to get home, and then I take my brief 6 to 8 nap. Then I enjoy some simple coke. From 8:10 PM to 6:45 AM I go on a beautiful ride.
Burning blazes of glory night in and out. A new person every night, losing one hundred pounds, and insomnia seemed like a nice life. It never leaked into my job. My second life never seemed like a problem. After all why didn’t I deserve something to help me cope with my wife’s condition? Why did I deserve to lose my best friend, I never did anything wrong. I never killed anyone, never stole a car, or even a candy bar. I just sniffed some coke and went on my way.

Sunday’s my clean day. Every day for twelve hours I sit there hoping one day she’ll wake up. If it weren’t for that stupid drunk this wouldn’t have happened. It was just a car ride home. It was our tenth anniversary; I’d gotten her two hundred dollars worth of her favorite flowers. I bought her a new dress just for the occasion. It was our night. But no, that irresponsible drunk rammed her. She didn’t even have time to feel it. Why did she deserve this? We went to church every Sunday and on holidays. We may have made a mistake or two in college, but everybody has their fair share of mistakes. I don’t deserve this.

The doctors tell me she’ll be like this for the rest of her life. That only gives me more reason for my addiction. I don’t understand why people make such a big deal about drug addiction. It’s drug abuse that’s the problem. Addiction and abuse are two separate issues. People who abuse drugs should be in jail forever. They’re the ones who give people like me a bad name. People like me simply use these drugs and leave no disturbance or ruckus. But these abusers go around killing people, shooting themselves and other people, forcing hard-working people like me to waste my hard-earned money on these freaks.

It’s all the fault of those freaking hippies. Them and their “social changes,” so what. It was bound to happen anyways. They ran around blabbing about how everything was wrong in the world and they would never stop or give up their stupid fight. Look at what happened afterwards? They integrated themselves into society, freaking hypocrites. That crazed guy Dylan, I don’t like him much, but he hit it on the head with that one song, “you said you’d never compromise…now you ask him do you want to make a deal?” or something like that. It’s always on the radio. I can’t stand those people. Now thirty some years later or something we have this new movement of people who claim to be new hippies or something. I don’t like Bush much either, but I guarantee you four years down the road they’ll be quite again, even if they don’t fulfill their “agenda”.

There are so many problems in this world. Those crooked politicians too. I mentioned it earlier. Spending the people’s hard-earned money to help out those lazy homeless people, drug abusers, hopeless prisoners, and themselves. Why do they need a raise ever year? I thought back in that Athenian Greece age or something being a representative or politician was a public service or an honor or something like that.

Then the last thing I need is some celebrity telling me what I need to do to help “my country.” Have your political opinion that’s fine; I don’t need you to ram it in my face. I pay for your junk to be entertained, not to be preached too.

Look at all these twisted people and all the complainers in the world. They screw up our economy, but they get off with just a year or two in prison after messing up the economy even more and nothing happens to them, how is that fair? Meanwhile, I work as hard as anyone in the world and lose my wife, because of one of those stupid tax killing economy-destroying drunkards.
I can’t stand this I’m going for a drive... but I need some coke first.


I only killed a person. So what if I had possession? This isn’t my fault. There are millions of other bad people around the world. What about the KKK, those money-stealing politicians, drug abusers, and serial killers? Yet I’m getting life in prison without parole? How is that fair? This isn’t my fault. I can’t be to blame. I work hard every day. My wife needs me. Tomorrow is Sunday. This isn’t my fault.