Part 1 of Essay
The wind gussied against his face and the rain in little bullets pelted his coat as Jack made his way to his Jeep. It is going to be a long night, he thought, as he groped through the darkness in search of his car. Finally, his hand touched the metal latch and he traced his way to the keyhole. As he frantically unlocked hi ....

Part 2 of Essay
.... instead of having to drive this heap of junk to work every day. He dreamed about how much better his life was going to be, unconsciously pushing the pedal harder and harder acting like a knife as he mercilessly cut a path through the wet night air. All of a sudden there was a sickening thud as the car hit something rather large. Shit!. I don't have time for a pathetic, dead animal! Jack slowed and pulled the car to a halt on the gravel. Turning the engine off, he sat listening to the patter of the rain in a state ....