Who Am I in Love With?

NEW ORLEANS, September 20, 2017 — This link here is page #2 of an article about my sister’s current art exhibit, which link I have been searching for in order to print out the article. I am looking “down in the rabbit hole” for the link to page #1 now. You know that old people cannot figure out as much as they used to.
http://neworleanstimespicayune.la.newsmemory.com/publink.php?shareid=02c68e3ed

NEW ORLEANS, July 12, 2017 — Inside of every big, bad man lives a little, bitty boy. One of the fine little girls from my school story below (actually 2 grades above me) who was highly honored by her girlfriends for often beating me up in grammar school subsequently asked me to take her to her first prom when she was a junior in high school. Her exotic and romantic prom was on one of the river boats in New Orleans, and was the very day that I became 007, super agent man :).

In grammar school, I would hide in the bushes and shadows on the girls’ side of the school yard in order to watch the sexy little girls’ fine, pretty legs as they jumped rope and played hopscotch. I would even occasionally run out and yank their school skirt up to get a clean, bird’s-eye view. Ooh-Wee! The little girls often jumped me and beat me up. I LOVED IT! I actually also wrote about this in my first book DRIVE WOMEN CRAZY!

June 29, 2017 — Below is a year book picture of my dad, Ferdinand Delery Jr., in his 1945 graduation picture from Xavier University Preparatory High School. I think that my mom graduated the next year. I worked with my dad for many years; and he bought all of my tools for me. I also rented one of his houses from him when I got married which helped propel me into manhood.

Speaking of love! I am performing my act in a show tonight at the Neutral Ground Coffee House.

When my brother, Carl, was 19 years-old, we (he and I) had an apartment on Paris Ave. in New Orleans. He and his good friend and workmate, R.L., would occasionally stop at the apartment for lunch or after work and try to jack me up for some spending “change.” In New Orleans, we used to call it “putting someone on a #tip.” Meaning, in school especially, jacking people up and taking their lunch money.

Ooops! I hate to interrupt my story here, but I just had to say here that I AM TOO IN LOVE WITH THIS GIRL. I love her! I love her!

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Back to my story! R.L lives in Atlanta now and Carl lives in New Jersey; so, my pocket change and myself have been safe from being on a “tip” for many years :)… until recently when Carl texted to me: P.S. Remember that post you wrote about being scared of me? I have been thinking about his text, and sense a little bit of a threat. Of course, you need more context; but taking his text on its own merit leads me to feel something menacing. Unless, he was joking; which I do not think so.

UPDATE: Carl 100% did not have me on a “tip” when we were young or ever try to put me on #tip. My error! I apologize to Carl for misrepresenting the facts. Sorry, Carl.

My latest song is: Who am I in love with today? Yes, I wrote a new song about a fantasy lady which creative piece I have already performed in public. However, I cannot expose my love for her across the whole globe because she is very unattainable and unsingle… boo-hoo. I plan to say more about this fantasy gal later on here in my blog. In the meantime, for now, I will pick one of the public figures whom I am in love with. Y’all already know that I love Sarah Palin. Until I finish writing this article (later on), I will express my true love for Sarah now. I LOVE YOU, SARAH!

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Sarah looks very cute.

P.S. The other girl whom I spoke about above (and whom I personally know) is someone unattainable who lives away and bounces around in a different league anyway. We have flirted with each other in the past when she was single, but we most definitely cannot connect now. I wrote a “blues song” about her which I sing in small clubs; but I surely cannot go widespread with my feelings of love for her. This situation is totally something only the Good Lord can fathom in his ultimate wisdom. I do not think that on this earth there is any possibility for us. Zilch!

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