Well i want to tell you a story there were happened for a long time ago and it starts in Dublin were there are a man called Spider the story comes here:
I were walking down 5. Avenue the sun is shining and the sky is blue. It’s Sunday and I don’t have to go to work. I’m [NAVN A] and I’m 25 years old. I work as a chef in a little diner on York Street. I’m an American, but right now I work here in Dublin. Maybe you know my big brother. His name is Kurt Warner. He was voted MVP in Superbowl 2000. He plays quaterback for the St. Louis Rams, but that’s a hole other story. Well where was I that’s right. I was walking down 5. Avenue, well now I’m on 23. Street. The sun is shining but there are some clouds now.
Where was it, that I was going, damn I forgot. That happens a lot for me sometimes when I’m at work and I have got an order, I forget what it is the costumer wanted. I don’t know what happens, it just falls out of my head. Well now when I cant remember what I was doing. Why don’t I just go see my old friend Spider in the hood, in east Dublin. He’s a homeless young man about my age. Why don’t I tell you his story while I try to find him. He doesn’t always sleep the same place every night. Well, let me see. It all started one and a half-year ago. My watch showed 9.03 pm and my shift was just over. The sun had been down for at least four hours. The second I stepped out of the diner, the cold hit me like when a NFL linebacker sacks a quarterback, and believe me, that hurts. It must have been about –10 F. the streets were very slipper, and I had to be careful not to fall.
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