Daniel Hamilton

Mr. Neuburger

English Comp 101-101

4 February 2013

Sensory Language

My Story

            Wednesday morning I jumped behind the wheel of my new car. The car was a 1962 Bel Air station wagon, just like the one I had when I was sixteen. I lit up a big chocolate cigar and headed down the gravel road to meet all of my grandparents for breakfast. The cigar stunk like and tasted like burning trash. I threw that hazardous menace right out the window. “Hopefully it burns out in the dirt and doesn’t start a fire” I worried.

            Barreling up the rough rocky driveway towards the two story white farm house, called “the breakfast house”, I ran out of gas. The old wagon would barely stay out of the woods as I tried to leave enough room to get around the tank. Despite the smell of leaking gas I fired up a clove cigarette