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The Scream Through the fog of the cold autumn night we drove, searching for some area of sanctuary for our little ritual. Eric’s truck was cold and I could feel the heat from the tip of my cigarette warming my nose. â€Å"I know!† Eric said abruptly, â€Å"Holy Family Cemetery!† and he jerked his truck into the left-turn lane. As we meandered down Waverly Road I said, â€Å"We’re pathetic, you know. Lying to our girlfriends is not only futile but when they catch us it’s going to cause a bigger fight than if we had just told them we wanted to get high tonight.† With a sigh he says, â€Å"I know, but would you rather go to the movies tonight or fight with Jen?† I just silently nodded, not even caring if he saw me give in. The tires crackled over the gravel road leading up the hill to the old cemetery. Holy Family Cemetery is safely perched on top of a hill and surrounded by trees; it’s totally invisible from the road and very dark. The dense and dreary fog aided our disappearance and we felt secure that we had found a safe spot to puff the pipe. We drove slowly through the narrow roads of the necropolis and made our way to a nice central location. As the truck slowed to a stop Eric said, â€Å"We’ll have to suffer the cold. I don’t want Julie smelling weed in my truck tomorrow.† I said, â€Å"You know, they are probably getting high in my bathroom right now.† â€Å"Just get out, man.† â€Å"Alright, alright, I already loaded the pipe, spark it up.† I said and handed him my skull and bones pipe behind my back as I got out of the truck. We moved down to the rear and Eric lowered the tailgate to sit on. The cold metal unmercifully penetrated the denim on my derriere and made me sit up straight in surprise. After a moment I settled down and the heat from my hindquarters drove back the cold from the car. I took the pipe from Eric and again I felt the warmth on my nose. This time it was more intense and the fire felt as though it woul... Free Essays on The Scream Free Essays on The Scream The Scream Through the fog of the cold autumn night we drove, searching for some area of sanctuary for our little ritual. Eric’s truck was cold and I could feel the heat from the tip of my cigarette warming my nose. â€Å"I know!† Eric said abruptly, â€Å"Holy Family Cemetery!† and he jerked his truck into the left-turn lane. As we meandered down Waverly Road I said, â€Å"We’re pathetic, you know. Lying to our girlfriends is not only futile but when they catch us it’s going to cause a bigger fight than if we had just told them we wanted to get high tonight.† With a sigh he says, â€Å"I know, but would you rather go to the movies tonight or fight with Jen?† I just silently nodded, not even caring if he saw me give in. The tires crackled over the gravel road leading up the hill to the old cemetery. Holy Family Cemetery is safely perched on top of a hill and surrounded by trees; it’s totally invisible from the road and very dark. The dense and dreary fog aided our disappearance and we felt secure that we had found a safe spot to puff the pipe. We drove slowly through the narrow roads of the necropolis and made our way to a nice central location. As the truck slowed to a stop Eric said, â€Å"We’ll have to suffer the cold. I don’t want Julie smelling weed in my truck tomorrow.† I said, â€Å"You know, they are probably getting high in my bathroom right now.† â€Å"Just get out, man.† â€Å"Alright, alright, I already loaded the pipe, spark it up.† I said and handed him my skull and bones pipe behind my back as I got out of the truck. We moved down to the rear and Eric lowered the tailgate to sit on. The cold metal unmercifully penetrated the denim on my derriere and made me sit up straight in surprise. After a moment I settled down and the heat from my hindquarters drove back the cold from the car. I took the pipe from Eric and again I felt the warmth on my nose. This time it was more intense and the fire felt as though it woul...