Tommy's corrections

I had a bizarre (as usual) meeting with Tommy to go over his corrections to the story I wrote. In the middle of a thought he often veers off down strange mental alleyways, jumping from his accident to his truck to his family to bluegrass to children to the fiancee he lost on September 11th to prosthetic adjustments to what a bitch I am for showing up at the meeting wearing sunglasses and a hat. He also said I'm uncoordinated and that my cruiser bike is "laughable".

Here are the corrections. The story is actually worse than the initial version:

Tommy is an Army veteran. One day, while riding his motorcycle twice the legal speed limit on a winding road in Pennsylvania, he came around a turn an almost hit the back of a car going the speed limit. The car swerved off the road and Tommy started to pass it. But the car tried to pull back onto the road and the front bumper caught Tommy’s back tire. That forced him into a telephone pole. The impact embedded 10 ½ inches of his left femur and 5 inches of his lower left arm in the pole. Disks in his neck were shattered.

He was in a coma for 3 months and in the hospital for 15 months. Doctors tried to save his leg for over a year, performing 15 surgeries. Finally the doctors told Tommy they would have to do an amputation because his foot had gangrene. The doctors wouldn’t tell him how much of his leg should be amputated, and gave him the choice of half his foot, his foot below the ankle, his leg below the knee, or his leg above the knee.

Tommy’s father, Daddy Joe, told him to let the doctors cut the leg off above the knee. Due to the severity of his injuries any amputation lower down would have left him unable to walk. More importantly for Tommy, he would have been unable to drive his Ford Ranger truck.

Meanwhile, the guy who lived in the house up the hill from the accident site pulled Tommy’s leg and arm bones out of the telephone pole to put over his garage door as decoration. Tommy’s siblings were so pissed they went to the guy’s house, ripped the bones off of the garage, and then beat the guy up. Tommy said his family was very protective of him even though he doesn’t think about being an amputee.

After we got the story straightened out I had a grilled cheese sandwich and Tommy had chicken wings with no sauce on them (even the waitress thought this was odd). He told her I was a bitch who wrote a story about him being a player which was not true, and then he hit on her, calling her "honey". Somehow his twisted charm convinced her to comp our last round of drinks. 

He also taught a little 2 year old girl how to toss a bean bag (we were at Vine St. pub and they have a bean bag toss game in the back - drinking and throwing things - does that ever work out?). He also showed her that the inside of the bag was stuffed with corn so she started pulling corn out of all the bean bags and bringing it to Tommy. She would put the corn in Tommy's hand and then Tommy would clap. I found myself thinking if the game went on much longer all the bean bags would be destroyed. The little girl's parents decided to leave and the little girl gave Tommy a high five and stood next to him on the sidewalk, refusing to go with her parents, waving good bye to them instead of Tommy.

Tommy made me a bouquet of flowers, and as we were leaving also rescued to damsels in distress (they were from the south) with his bike pump (one had a flat tire).

But I still think he's a little shit.