Jesse pulled his red car up to the curb, right near the church. The car smelled like cigarette smoke and burning wax. He reached for the cigarette in his mouth and put it out in car's ash tray which had been in desperate need of cleaning for ages. Jesse pushed open the door of the toyota lazily, and stepped out. He put his hands in the pockets of his grey sweat pants and strolled over to the steps of the brick church.