uptown
One night, three years ago, I left my middle class suburban home and jumped into my old beat-up Cadillac. With no purpose in mind, I started driving. Determining that I wanted to go walking in uptown Charlotte and deciding to find out what all the hype was about, I merged onto the interstate. My car smoked and coughed like an emphysema-ridden man who smoked two packs a day. Worried that I would not reach my goal, I nervously sped until I reached what I considered “uptown”. My limited small-town etiquette did not prescribe what to do in this strange, new world; the parking meters stumped me. There were not many places to park, and I was worried the caddy would get towed, so I parked in the only vacant lot. Ignorant of what kind of people I would find, I climbed out of my car and into the night. The gravel, crunching underfoot, slid. I picked up my pace and made my way towards boisterous uptown. The brightly burning flame of city flickered slightly here towards the back streets and alleys. It is always day
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Some common words found in the essay are:
Saying Please, , street preacher,
Approximate Word count = 695
Approximate Pages = 3 (250 words per page double spaced)
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