Personal Narrative-Humorous Wedding Day

The sun had just begun to set through the outstretched arms of the elm trees, when Danny Valentine reached his apartment on fifth. He sighed and reached under the matt for his key. He fumbled the copper colored key in the lock and stepped inside. He was greeted by the tantalizing aroma of fresh parmesan and freshly cut tomatoes. Danny threw his stuff on the floor, and collapsed on the well worn vomit green sofa. It was supposed to be a wedding gift from his Aunt Maureen and Uncle Stewart, but he knew better, those cheapskates had been trying to get rid of that ratty old thing for years, and his wedding was the perfect opportunity. God, the damn thing reeks he thought reaching for the bottle of lilac scented febreeze, and spraying it generously
He sighed and stared dreamily at the small purple bottle of air freshener, if only he could bring it to work and spray away all the unpleasant smells from work. Danny shook his head and decided this fantasy was too good to be true and reached into the back pocket of his black khaki pants for a smoke, and pulled out his last Lucky Diamond cigarette. Lucky Diamond cigarettes used to be a town favorite back in the 60’s, the huge factory on Main used to crank out thousands of the red starred cigarettes. It was a brand known throughout Norfolk county for the cigarettes remarkable quality and employing nearly a quarter of the workers in the city. Everyone smoked Lucky Diamond: the librarian, the bus driver, the barber, the teachers, even the doctors couldn’t resist passing up a Lucky Diamond cigarette. Lucky Diamond was simply a way of life. Now, due to the economy crashing and the rise of big name cigarette companies into the region Lucky Diamond simply became a cheap alternative for those who couldn’t afford the brand name cigarettes. He cursed quietly it was his last cigarette and he didn’t get his pay check until Friday. He debated saving it for another occasion, maybe a smoke break on Tuesday or Wednesday, but he decided against it. He closed his eyes, propped his ratty tennis shoes on the breakfast table, brought the cheap cigarette to his lips and