new to the game

Im a little slow on the uptake when it comes to this blog situation. Prompted by my wife, I've decided to create one in efforts to improve myself as a writer and/or person. Im looking for feedback. Be it good or bad. Id like to take this time to put up on of my personal favorite short stories. I wrote it when gas prices had infuriated me beyond the normal level. It's about a guy named charlie. It's not very long but it's a start. I think it makes my point. Sort of. Let me know what you think.

Charlie
By T.I. Hatch

Charlie sat the passenger seat of his corolla, resting his feet on the ground of the 76 near his house. The numbers on the gas pump rang higher and higher. Head in his hands, he started to think about when he was in high school and he could fill his tank with 15 bucks. The pump read 63.76. 63 dollars and 76 cents. He opened his glove compartment and pulled out an old revolver .45. He looked at it closely. Studied the intricate designs that covered the gun. It was heavy in his hands. He turned up the radio. 'Ramble on' by led zeppelin played. He put the gun to the side of his head, resting his finger on the trigger, he thought about what this would cost him.

He had been on prozac for almost a year now. In that year his father died and his girlfriend left him for his exbest friend who happened to run over charlies dog as he drove away. He had been strong this long. Why quit because of a simple matter of expensive gas. His mom was still alive and he had a decent job managing a bakery. He put the gun back into the glove compartment. He replaced the pump before walking around to get into the drivers seat. He pulled out onto the main road and was hit and killed by a drunk driver.


He had just wasted all that money on gas.