Tom was not a nice man. No one was surprised when he was shot dead in
the street. When I say Tom was not nice, I am really saying he was the
meanest kind of mean. Tom did not care for anyone, but himself. He was
never nice or friendly. Even as a child Tom was cruel and withdrawn. His
baby sister was born when he was five. Tom could not care less for the
most part, he just hated the crying. The day his sister came home from
the hospital, Tom was angered at her crying. What was mean Tom’s
response? He walked right up to her as she set in her car seat in the
floor and punched her square in the nose. Twice. Tom was the kind of man
who would kick your dog after it got hit by a semi.
His neighbors hated him, but not as much as he hated them. Missing
pets and assault charges were regular events. Tom was no stranger to the
justice system. He spent several of his nights in the town jail. Once
Tom broke a coffee cup over a stranger’s head simply for making eye
contact. Needless to say Tom had many enemies, basically the whole state
of Mississippi loathed the guy. Most everyone knew of Tom’s pure
meanness and terrible temper.
Tom got mad at even the thought of a pin dropping. Over the years he
had hospitalized dozens of people, including three cops. The fact that
someone finally shot him in the face was no shocker. His temper was so
bad he was bound to eventually anger the wrong person. He had been shot
at several times. Some called him the luckiest meanest man in the world.
This day, however Tom’s luck ran out. He angered the wrong person.
The police write up was simple.
Male 57, Self-inflicted gun shot to the head, dead on arrival.
It seems Tom finally ticked off the meanest man in the world, himself.
