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Published: 2010-08-04 23:09:37 +0000 UTC; Views: 162; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 2
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Walking through New York at midnght is a dangerous thing to do at.My name is Delilah.The reason behind this weird action is im going to see my dad.My mom wont let me see him during the day she says I will get his stupidity.In reality shes the stupid one. You see my mom and my dad had a divorce 14 years ago when I was only 1 .Till one day my dad came home from work and found her laying in bed with another man. So he requested a divorce.I meet my dad at his apartment building named BROOKLYN LANDINGS. My dad does not bring woman in the house. He says that its totally inappropriate for me to see him with another woman.My dad is a detictive you know for like CSI. Well I help him review the cases. Its just the coolest thing ever. When people say New York never sleeps there seriosly right,and it never stops mischief. When I opened my dads apartment there was a note that read:
Delilah,
Please join me at the pier. Bring all your equipment you will need it. My dear please be carefull where you walk theres thugs everywhere.
PS
Dan Marshall
My dad is really weird he sort of has an english acent .Its actually really funny. Well when I went to the pier my dad was there sitting in his Yankee chair. He was there with his fishing rod trying to catch a fish. He was telling me a story about the girl thet fell down a well. He always tells me the weirdest of stories at the even weirder times. Weird right? He was telling me that the girl had to survive on twigs and frogs for a day. Her parents where so happy,not that she had to eat sticks but that she was alive. He told me that yesterday there was a surprise attack at the GOLDEN BANK OF THE US he said a clerk was shot. We where munching on like this little japanese dumplings
I got my ipod and started just jamming out to plain white ts. My dad started complaning that I was'nt properly dreesed for meeting him at the pier.I just put a grey t-shirt to match my eyes,also red skinny jeans to match my hair,and black knee tops (converse of course) to match well me. My dad was wearing a giants t and faded jeans. My dad is not really stylish. I really hate Brooklyn people here just yell to be heard. Our wonderful neighbors love to annoy the heck out of us








