<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667728727950097316</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:40:48.327-07:00</updated><category term='Chapter 1 10'/><category term='Chapter 11 20'/><title type='text'>The Diary about Twelve...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thediaryoftwelve.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667728727950097316/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thediaryoftwelve.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11413208135249263509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_s1CF9jPH3Jg/R7s1jcB5WRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gpQYRBszPB4/S220/IMG0043A.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667728727950097316.post-4000649931664730809</id><published>2008-04-08T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T12:09:47.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Diary entry ...</title><content type='html'>Hey John ....[the name of my diary ],&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a terrible night. I never thought such a thing could happen!&lt;br /&gt;It was like a nightmare or an action movie I don't know .. Istill have to take time&lt;br /&gt;to make up ma mind ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now I will tell u what happened .&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the New Years Eve , finally ...&lt;br /&gt;I was reallyl excited how it would be and what kind of girls would be at the party&lt;br /&gt;[maybe some models or sth like this , it will be a JACKPOT!!!].&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning it was cool I hung up with some friends killing Wodka , smoking Weed&lt;br /&gt;n listen to Bob Marley.&lt;br /&gt;The party wasn't very special but it was ok cause later&lt;br /&gt;some girls came over and we had some fun.&lt;br /&gt;And as I wanted to go with one of the girls up to the bedroom&lt;br /&gt;We heard people yelling and shouting and I thought&lt;br /&gt;damn man! u should go there maybe sth will happen so I moved my ass&lt;br /&gt;to the crowd and saw a white pale guy punching an another guy the pimples out of his face.&lt;br /&gt;They talked a little bit , I couldn't understand because I keep yelling  that they should fight.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the pale guy ran upstairs and interrupt a black guy at fucking .&lt;br /&gt;Damn man ... he really had bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;They talked and suprisedly the nigga shot at him .&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!!! why this shit happend at the party this was my first thought and I ran away hoping that&lt;br /&gt;he won't kill me and as I passed the doorway I heard more shots but it sounds different&lt;br /&gt;like an uzi or sth like this, so I turned around and saw the nigga getting killed .&lt;br /&gt;I kept running and hide behind a tree to see waht will happen .&lt;br /&gt;You just hear and saw people yelling screaming cryying and running ...&lt;br /&gt;it was terrible like a nightmare .&lt;br /&gt;But the people out there have to know about this so I pulled out my handy and rec .. ed it&lt;br /&gt;and telling a friend to call the police .&lt;br /&gt;After 5 minutes a special teamor sth like this appeared and  request him to come out .&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly he came out but then I couldn't believe what I saw&lt;br /&gt;he shot at the police !!! he's crazyy man!&lt;br /&gt;but this "fight" wasn't long&lt;br /&gt;cause they shot back and he had so many holes that u can't count ...&lt;br /&gt;It was all over ... I walked home and  took a shower&lt;br /&gt;to take a break,&lt;br /&gt;to make up ma mind&lt;br /&gt;and know I'm telling all this , the thing that happened to u ..&lt;br /&gt;I bet if u r  real u wouldnÄt believe this shit ..&lt;br /&gt;cause I wouldn't belive by myself&lt;br /&gt;but this shit is real ...&lt;br /&gt;to real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c ya tomorrow .. gn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- plz don't see the shortcuts or slang as a mistake .. I write it like this because a teenager at&lt;br /&gt;        such a party won't write it all out like you  =  u  ,   thx ...  ---------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667728727950097316-4000649931664730809?l=thediaryoftwelve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thediaryoftwelve.blogspot.com/feeds/4000649931664730809/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667728727950097316&amp;postID=4000649931664730809' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667728727950097316/posts/default/4000649931664730809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667728727950097316/posts/default/4000649931664730809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thediaryoftwelve.blogspot.com/2008/04/diary-entry.html' title='The Diary entry ...'/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11413208135249263509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_s1CF9jPH3Jg/R7s1jcB5WRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gpQYRBszPB4/S220/IMG0043A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667728727950097316.post-7320937073690004576</id><published>2008-03-18T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T15:59:08.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris</title><content type='html'>Chris is hopping to have sex with someone at this party&lt;br /&gt;so he prepared himself with condoms, cleaned out his "dirty"things ( porn e.t.c.)&lt;br /&gt;and took a shower [ shaving and all the stuffs to look perfect ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667728727950097316-7320937073690004576?l=thediaryoftwelve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thediaryoftwelve.blogspot.com/feeds/7320937073690004576/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667728727950097316&amp;postID=7320937073690004576' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667728727950097316/posts/default/7320937073690004576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667728727950097316/posts/default/7320937073690004576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thediaryoftwelve.blogspot.com/2008/03/chris.html' title='Chris'/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11413208135249263509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_s1CF9jPH3Jg/R7s1jcB5WRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gpQYRBszPB4/S220/IMG0043A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667728727950097316.post-1395033150854070535</id><published>2008-03-17T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T15:54:17.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gangster District Harlem  Task 4</title><content type='html'>- the end of the crack cocaine epidemic and the strong economy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-instead of rising the young immigrants they rise the rate of&lt;br /&gt;adults who commit fewer crimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-broken windows theory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are some notes  ... I tried to understand the whole text.. but it didn't work&lt;br /&gt;so I just posted  some notes ...&lt;br /&gt;maybe you could help me to understand this part of the text..   :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Recent   years have seen some of these successes reversed. At the same time, a   fluctuating economy did nothing to reverse the crime rate. Some proponents of   the arguments that social and economic drive crime rates were no longer   convinced that these arguments gave the full picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667728727950097316-1395033150854070535?l=thediaryoftwelve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thediaryoftwelve.blogspot.com/feeds/1395033150854070535/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667728727950097316&amp;postID=1395033150854070535' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667728727950097316/posts/default/1395033150854070535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667728727950097316/posts/default/1395033150854070535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thediaryoftwelve.blogspot.com/2008/03/gangster-district-harlem.html' title='Gangster District Harlem  Task 4'/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11413208135249263509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_s1CF9jPH3Jg/R7s1jcB5WRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gpQYRBszPB4/S220/IMG0043A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667728727950097316.post-255205136192552278</id><published>2008-03-16T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T14:44:32.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 31 - 41</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 31 : The piranha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tobias and Molly are talking about their pets and how hard the model life is.&lt;br /&gt;After they called in Tobias asks Molly if she wants to see his piranha.&lt;br /&gt;She accept.&lt;br /&gt;They walk to Claude because he has keep his piranha there, in the guest room.&lt;br /&gt;After Tobi had showed how the fish has lacerated the rotisserie-cooked chicken&lt;br /&gt;she says she has to leave.&lt;br /&gt;Tobi invites her to the New Year's Eve and she had said that she will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s1CF9jPH3Jg/R92T9caUDVI/AAAAAAAAABk/F-xS4TNtsKE/s1600-h/piranhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s1CF9jPH3Jg/R92T9caUDVI/AAAAAAAAABk/F-xS4TNtsKE/s320/piranhas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178457830353800530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 32 :  The forensic test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The forensic test have identified that the blood on Hunters shirt  is Nanas.&lt;br /&gt;In the holding cel Hunter is thinking about friday night if someone has seen him.&lt;br /&gt;He remembers that an old tall man with crooked teeths and ragged suit has asked him for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 33 : I want it real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike was angry as he saw the wig on his mother corpse,&lt;br /&gt;because he wanted it "real" at the funeral.&lt;br /&gt;He would have rather seen her with her head bald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 34 : The bells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris is watching TV as the deliverboy come.&lt;br /&gt;After he has signed he goes to the boxes that the boy delivered&lt;br /&gt;and opened it.&lt;br /&gt;There were different size of bells.&lt;br /&gt;the bigger the bell isthe better is the relationship between&lt;br /&gt;Chris &amp;amp;Claudes parents and who gets the gift.&lt;br /&gt;He plays a little bit with them and goes upside watching TV&lt;br /&gt;to kill the hours before going to his aunt's cocktail party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 35 :  Thought about the dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers said Mike is a thinker.&lt;br /&gt;He thinks a lot of things as hef look at her mothers coffin.&lt;br /&gt;About the things before and after the dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 36 : The cocktail party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and Clade smokes a joint together before going to the cocktail party.&lt;br /&gt;Then theye were there their aunti wants to introduce them to someone.&lt;br /&gt;Chris does tequila sots and Chris thinks about what the older woman look like naked.&lt;br /&gt;Then they met Marcella an unpublished novelist she tries to be "cool"&lt;br /&gt;and hip.But it doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;As she says that she is a Beatles fan Claude says Fuck the Beatles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s1CF9jPH3Jg/R92UqcaUDYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Zt8-19k4xko/s1600-h/joint_bauen_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s1CF9jPH3Jg/R92UqcaUDYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Zt8-19k4xko/s320/joint_bauen_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178458603447913858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 37 : Midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica has taken all the “Twelve” by midnight, which she has saved for New Year’s Eve.&lt;br /&gt;When she woke up her sheets were damp with sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 38 : Alice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy that  White Mike sells to reminds him of the summer than he has worked&lt;br /&gt;at a camp.&lt;br /&gt;He remembered the time with Alice than they hang out behind the boathouse and talks&lt;br /&gt;about their first thing they've done in life.&lt;br /&gt;He rembered that she said that he should read a book named "The Plague".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than he is passing Barnes &amp;amp; Noble he has bought the book&lt;br /&gt;and read it at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 39 : The Uzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the party Claude calls Tobias to go with him&lt;br /&gt;back to the place where they have bought their weapons.&lt;br /&gt;Than they were waling downtown Chris starts to run away from him&lt;br /&gt;cause he decided to stay alone.&lt;br /&gt;Than he enters the store he is looking for something special&lt;br /&gt;and he get it from the cashier an uzi .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s1CF9jPH3Jg/R92UB8aUDWI/AAAAAAAAABs/e6c5n8f4tcs/s1600-h/uzi-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s1CF9jPH3Jg/R92UB8aUDWI/AAAAAAAAABs/e6c5n8f4tcs/s320/uzi-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178457907663211874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 40 : The nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHile White Mike is reading "The Plague" he fells asleep.&lt;br /&gt;He dreams that he stands at a swaying building in an empty city.&lt;br /&gt;It is raining and storming.&lt;br /&gt;He feels himself flailing on the way down.&lt;br /&gt;He fell and fell and see his body crushes the car.&lt;br /&gt;Lying down like like the final scence in a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 41 :  Alice &amp;amp; Mike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Mike and Alice were walking down the beach in East Hampton.&lt;br /&gt;She tells me about her parents and boarding school ,it was bad.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was getting dark and cold she took off her clothes and she runs into the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;She came out laughing,crying and freezing all at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667728727950097316-255205136192552278?l=thediaryoftwelve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thediaryoftwelve.blogspot.com/feeds/255205136192552278/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667728727950097316&amp;postID=255205136192552278' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667728727950097316/posts/default/255205136192552278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667728727950097316/posts/default/255205136192552278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thediaryoftwelve.blogspot.com/2008/03/chapter-31-42.html' title='Chapter 31 - 41'/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11413208135249263509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_s1CF9jPH3Jg/R7s1jcB5WRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gpQYRBszPB4/S220/IMG0043A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_s1CF9jPH3Jg/R92T9caUDVI/AAAAAAAAABk/F-xS4TNtsKE/s72-c/piranhas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667728727950097316.post-728901853314981361</id><published>2008-03-16T13:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T14:36:03.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 21-30</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 21 : The new house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the breast cancer of White Mikes mum ,White Mike has moved with his father&lt;br /&gt;in a new house.&lt;br /&gt;Now it is three and a half years ago.&lt;br /&gt;The most things is stacked haphazardly.&lt;br /&gt;It was the first night in his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 22 : The wile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah goes to Chris because she wants to make a big party on New Year's eve at Chris house.&lt;br /&gt;Chris and Sarah move to Chris room.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah tries to convince Chris to throw a big party at his house&lt;br /&gt;but he doesn't seem to be happy about it ,so Sarah begins to play with&lt;br /&gt;her womanly wiles and get his suggestion for throwing a big party on New Year's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 23 : The deal with Jessica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Mike is walking down the Lexington toward Ninety-first Street to sell "Twelve"&lt;br /&gt;to  Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;Lionel is with him a creepy dude with his brown and yellow bloodshot eyes.&lt;br /&gt;He is carrying a gun and has a son named Jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;She buys five tiny Baggies for thousand dollars after the deal she asks for Lionel’s number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 24 :  The favorite drink of White Mikes mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Mike wakes up and poures himself a champagne flute of undiluted cranberry juice,&lt;br /&gt;this was his mother´s favorite drink.&lt;br /&gt;His mother said to Michael that he should always live the best live he can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live the best live , Michael..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s1CF9jPH3Jg/R92SmMaUDUI/AAAAAAAAABc/6zQxKKNRdgM/s1600-h/1213kers-a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s1CF9jPH3Jg/R92SmMaUDUI/AAAAAAAAABc/6zQxKKNRdgM/s320/1213kers-a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178456331410214210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 25 : The truth behind Charlies disappearance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Jessica walks away , White Mike asks Lionel for his cousin Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;Mike says that Lionel should tell him that he's looking for him.&lt;br /&gt;Charlie is the cousin of Mike and he is in the same age.&lt;br /&gt;They grew up and spend the most time together and&lt;br /&gt;look like brothers nearly twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike thinks that Charlie has taken distance of him&lt;br /&gt;but it's wrong he still doesn't know that Charlie get killed by Lionel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 26 : The walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica walks down the Fifth Avenue and is proud of the&lt;br /&gt;drugs he has bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 27 : The reason why White Mike doesn't take drugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter asked Mike why he didn't take drugs and he answered that&lt;br /&gt;he never had the urge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s1CF9jPH3Jg/R92SdMaUDTI/AAAAAAAAABU/tARywfFHGPo/s1600-h/050228910-bong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s1CF9jPH3Jg/R92SdMaUDTI/AAAAAAAAABU/tARywfFHGPo/s320/050228910-bong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178456176791391538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 28 : Charlies Travel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike rememberes the time as Charlie wanted to fly to florida.&lt;br /&gt;He hadn't enough money so he pawned the necklace of his mum&lt;br /&gt;and bought a weapon in the same shop.&lt;br /&gt;As Charlie's mum came back and noticed the necklace was "stolen"&lt;br /&gt;she fired the maid and claimed for an influence.&lt;br /&gt;Mike convinced Charlie to tell her the truth&lt;br /&gt;and he did it.&lt;br /&gt;It ends up in influenced fraud and Charlie had to go into a bootcamp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s1CF9jPH3Jg/R92SWsaUDSI/AAAAAAAAABM/ezrHwTeSgqc/s1600-h/necklaces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s1CF9jPH3Jg/R92SWsaUDSI/AAAAAAAAABM/ezrHwTeSgqc/s320/necklaces.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178456065122241826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 29 : Tobias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tobias has a meeting with his model-agency.&lt;br /&gt;He was discovered, when he was eleven&lt;br /&gt;Now he wants to become a full-time model after finishing the high school.&lt;br /&gt;He was thinking about a tattoo above his ass.&lt;br /&gt;Then he goes to the waiting room there is a beautiful girl,probably a model&lt;br /&gt;and he thinks about how much he would like to sleep with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 30 : Molly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl he wants to sleep with is Molly.&lt;br /&gt;She is sixteen and isn't interested in Tobi.&lt;br /&gt;She had unrequited crush on Mike in her eighth grade year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667728727950097316-728901853314981361?l=thediaryoftwelve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thediaryoftwelve.blogspot.com/feeds/728901853314981361/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667728727950097316&amp;postID=728901853314981361' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667728727950097316/posts/default/728901853314981361'/><link 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type='text'>HOW LOW CAN THE CRIME RATE GO?</title><content type='html'>You : do you think the crime rate will go any lower?&lt;br /&gt;Mr.X:I don't think so because we reached a high level of low crime rate&lt;br /&gt;and crime will ever exists it can't be erased.&lt;br /&gt;Now it is the limit that we can reach unless the crime rate is true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667728727950097316-2856667209336352710?l=thediaryoftwelve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thediaryoftwelve.blogspot.com/feeds/2856667209336352710/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667728727950097316&amp;postID=2856667209336352710' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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you think what Kellys purpose is ?&lt;br /&gt;Mrx: hm.. i think her purpose is to get closer with the offenders&lt;br /&gt;especially the latins and black guys and try to help them out of the vicious circle.&lt;br /&gt;There are still good black and latin guys outwhere... they just have to be guide in the&lt;br /&gt;right direction ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667728727950097316-6293800830941102624?l=thediaryoftwelve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thediaryoftwelve.blogspot.com/feeds/6293800830941102624/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667728727950097316&amp;postID=6293800830941102624' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>You      : What is Bloomberg´s goa ?&lt;br /&gt;Mr.X : His goal is to keep the crime rate down&lt;br /&gt;           while improving community relations at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You       : And how does he want to reach them ?&lt;br /&gt;Mr.X: He uses his own stragedy which is called ,,quality of life offenses"&lt;br /&gt;              one part of the stragedy is not to let offenders with small crimes away.&lt;br /&gt;              the other part is to put trouble people in a register then it would be easier&lt;br /&gt;              and quicker to react.&lt;br /&gt;              All in all it is a good stragedy how do I know it ?&lt;br /&gt;              it's easy ,you just have to look up the crime rate then you will see it&lt;br /&gt;              and it seems to be that the crime rate will going less more&lt;br /&gt;              because they still rasp on the stragedy to become smarter and smarter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667728727950097316-3107003497034399691?l=thediaryoftwelve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thediaryoftwelve.blogspot.com/feeds/3107003497034399691/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667728727950097316&amp;postID=3107003497034399691' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667728727950097316/posts/default/3107003497034399691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667728727950097316/posts/default/3107003497034399691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thediaryoftwelve.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-is-bloombergs-goal-and-how-does-he.html' title='What is Bloomberg´s goal and how does he want to reach them?'/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11413208135249263509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_s1CF9jPH3Jg/R7s1jcB5WRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gpQYRBszPB4/S220/IMG0043A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667728727950097316.post-4395118645153449211</id><published>2008-03-11T14:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T14:16:48.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chart of murders &amp; burglarys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s1CF9jPH3Jg/R9b2ssaUDPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gyusLasLDA4/s1600-h/Chart+of+murders+%26+burglarys.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s1CF9jPH3Jg/R9b2ssaUDPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gyusLasLDA4/s320/Chart+of+murders+%26+burglarys.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176596069405166834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667728727950097316-4395118645153449211?l=thediaryoftwelve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thediaryoftwelve.blogspot.com/feeds/4395118645153449211/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667728727950097316&amp;postID=4395118645153449211' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667728727950097316/posts/default/4395118645153449211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667728727950097316/posts/default/4395118645153449211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Claude entered the kitchen while Chris is making breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris         : good morning&lt;br /&gt;Claude     : morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;silence ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chris        : why didn't you join the party ?&lt;br /&gt;Claude    : I had something to do&lt;br /&gt;Chris       : hmm .. there were beautiful girls..&lt;br /&gt;Claude    : so what ?&lt;br /&gt;Chris       : are you gay ? or  what?!&lt;br /&gt;Claude    : shut the fuck up !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claude goes out of the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris   whispered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yeah you had something to do .... to phone with your boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667728727950097316-7857606006066733190?l=thediaryoftwelve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thediaryoftwelve.blogspot.com/feeds/7857606006066733190/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667728727950097316&amp;postID=7857606006066733190' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667728727950097316/posts/default/7857606006066733190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667728727950097316/posts/default/7857606006066733190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thediaryoftwelve.blogspot.com/2008/03/breakfast.html' title='The Breakfast'/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11413208135249263509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_s1CF9jPH3Jg/R7s1jcB5WRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gpQYRBszPB4/S220/IMG0043A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667728727950097316.post-7942076943361434607</id><published>2008-03-02T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T14:04:34.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 11 20'/><title type='text'>Chapter 11 - 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Chapter 11 : Where's your brother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sarah is just one hour at the party and get bored.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't smoke a joint or drink a beer.&lt;br /&gt;She only asks for Chris Brother Claude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 12 : Claude &amp;amp; Tobias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris´s brother Claude and his friend Tobias walking down the Malberry Street.&lt;br /&gt;They are walking through Chinatown to buy some weapons.&lt;br /&gt;After he has bought his weapons in a trinket shop he goes home&lt;br /&gt;[the party is still going on].&lt;br /&gt;He goes to his room and takes all his clothes out of his wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;and put them under his bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then he puts all his weapons in the wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;It looks like a privat shrine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claude is six feet two inches tall and he's strong (not like his brother ).&lt;br /&gt;he has a pefect skin and an angular face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He listens to rap and metal and he used to do blizzards of cocaine.&lt;br /&gt;He isn't a good studen or an athelet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tobias is a pretty boy and works as a part-time model.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 13 :  Mikes Room &amp;amp; Reference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Mike is a fan of Samurais since he was a little kid.&lt;br /&gt;Now he lives in an apartment with his father, but he never sees him.&lt;br /&gt;He forces himself to do things and after he does all those things.&lt;br /&gt;He sits on his desk and organized his Weed for selling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 14 :  The strange favour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris went to the bathroom and he found Jessica lying on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;He looks at he for a long time and he likes to stare at a live girl like this.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 15 : The rapist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When White was in the tenth-grade there was a rapist at large,&lt;br /&gt;the Upper East Side Rapist.&lt;br /&gt;Some girl named Megan asks Mike to walk home with her,&lt;br /&gt;because she's afraid of getting raped.&lt;br /&gt;So he walks with her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter part II 16  : The Investigation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The detectives is at the rec because of the double murder at the Jefferson Houses.&lt;br /&gt;At the rec they asks Arturo about Nana he tells them a lot of lies.&lt;br /&gt;The other players know that he is telling lies but they haven't say anything,&lt;br /&gt;so the police bringing Hunter for questioning.&lt;br /&gt;[He couldn’t believe it was too easy because of the blood on Hunter’s clothes]&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't know who he should call,&lt;br /&gt;because his parents are in Europe and Mike is a drug dealer but then he remembers Andrew,&lt;br /&gt;Andrew’s father is working together with his father so maybe he can help him.&lt;br /&gt;So he calls Andrew's father meanwhile s sample of the blood on his shirt is on the way to the lab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s1CF9jPH3Jg/R92KdMaUDQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/I4ZDUMhLd40/s1600-h/handschellen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s1CF9jPH3Jg/R92KdMaUDQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/I4ZDUMhLd40/s320/handschellen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178447380698369282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 17 : The Central Zoo Park with Warrens Nanny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Mike [ Michael ] walk through the Park he remembers&lt;br /&gt;the time with his friends Hunter,Warren and Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;He remembers how fun it was to go with them in the Central Park Zoo&lt;br /&gt;and how nice Warrrens Nanny is who has raised them up.&lt;br /&gt;And he is imagine what she would say and what he would say if he would see her.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s1CF9jPH3Jg/R92KkMaUDRI/AAAAAAAAABE/kZZFHQb5hnM/s1600-h/cityscape_zoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s1CF9jPH3Jg/R92KkMaUDRI/AAAAAAAAABE/kZZFHQb5hnM/s320/cityscape_zoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178447500957453586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 18 : The Accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica gets up at eleven o´clock and remembers that Chris put her in a cab.&lt;br /&gt;Today she has a date with her three girls they want to go ice-skating.&lt;br /&gt;She knows she's smarter than they but few fundamental things hold them together :&lt;br /&gt;Who is cool ,who not ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sex before the time is right but blow job is okay ;&lt;br /&gt;e.t.c.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all pretty and good skinned and don't eat fastfood.&lt;br /&gt;While they are skating and giggling a  gawky kid named Andrew slips and falls in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;They try to veer out but Jessica is unable to make it and one of her skates cuts his forehead.&lt;br /&gt;He has to go to Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew is a distract person and maybe gay&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 19 : The call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The girls are totally freaked out and go to the Jackson Hole to have a hot chocolate together.&lt;br /&gt;But as they are on the Fith Avenue Jessica heads a different direction to make a call.&lt;br /&gt;She thanks Chris for has taken her in a cab and asks for the new drug "twelve".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 20 : The first contact : Sarah &amp;amp; Andrew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew has to stay at the Lenox Hill Hospital for obervation for six hours,&lt;br /&gt;because the stiches are so close to his eye.&lt;br /&gt;He shars  a room with Sarahs Ludolow's boyfriend Sean.&lt;br /&gt;He was the captain of  the football team, skier at vall and has brown hairs.&lt;br /&gt;He was there because of a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;Sean and Sarah talk a while but he doesn't seem very interested to talk with Sarah&lt;br /&gt;unlike Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;As Sarah heard what kind of music Andrew listen to she likes it&lt;br /&gt;cause she listen to the same music and she hasn't the CD Album yet so Andrew lend it to her&lt;br /&gt;about to see her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1667728727950097316-7942076943361434607?l=thediaryoftwelve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thediaryoftwelve.blogspot.com/feeds/7942076943361434607/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1667728727950097316&amp;postID=7942076943361434607' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667728727950097316/posts/default/7942076943361434607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1667728727950097316/posts/default/7942076943361434607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thediaryoftwelve.blogspot.com/2008/03/chapter-11-20.html' title='Chapter 11 - 20'/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11413208135249263509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_s1CF9jPH3Jg/R7s1jcB5WRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gpQYRBszPB4/S220/IMG0043A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_s1CF9jPH3Jg/R92KdMaUDQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/I4ZDUMhLd40/s72-c/handschellen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1667728727950097316.post-4025401127045427755</id><published>2008-03-02T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T13:59:48.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 1 10'/><title type='text'>Chapter 1 - 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 1 : White Mike &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;White Mike is a good student and takes out of school for about 1 year or more&lt;br /&gt;before he goes to college .&lt;br /&gt;White Mike has never smoked or took any drugs , he's clean and a good drug dealer.&lt;br /&gt;His drug career starts with an one shot deal with his cousin Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he first starts to deal it was summer ,&lt;br /&gt;he tries to stay awake as long as he can.&lt;br /&gt;It is 3 days ago since he has slept , he feels good.&lt;br /&gt;That is what he has said as his good friend Mike has asked him&lt;br /&gt;but in the reality he gets scary , so scary that the people will flinch if they see him&lt;br /&gt;and he gets a little bit crazy, he runs howls and barks after private school kids,&lt;br /&gt;just because they say Madman to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Park Avenue he remembers the night&lt;br /&gt;when his mother has been still alive and tells him about the chaos theory.&lt;br /&gt;He still knows every word she has said .&lt;br /&gt;The words is still on his mind .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Chapter 2 :Hunter and Nana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is teeen night twenty blocks uptown the Rec.&lt;br /&gt;Mike and Hunter McCulloch is also there.&lt;br /&gt;Hunter is a likeable guy and no one thinks about him less.&lt;br /&gt;He is 6 feet tall , a beef kid and has the best ups of anybody but he has the&lt;br /&gt;worst ball-handling skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Nana , the best ball handler on the court sees Mike has replaced Nanas position&lt;br /&gt;he wants his spot back.&lt;br /&gt;But those "nigga" on the court wants to play with Mike and not with Nana.&lt;br /&gt;Nana is pissed of and after a time they starts to fight.&lt;br /&gt;After a few punches and kicks other kids pull them away.&lt;br /&gt;The both fighter are covered with blood,&lt;br /&gt;but Arturo a short Puerto Rican wants to see more fight&lt;br /&gt;so he calls Hunter a pussy.&lt;br /&gt;Hunter is crazed and throw the basketball against Aturos head.&lt;br /&gt;It was so hard thats hitting him dead on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 3 : The old times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As Mike walks into the gym he saw a strong black kid who are covered with blood&lt;br /&gt;and as he is inside the gym he sees Hunter and the floor which is covered with blood ,too.&lt;br /&gt;In his mind he knows what has happened , but he has asked Hunter anyway.&lt;br /&gt;After that they go to Mc Donald and talks about the past and the future about&lt;br /&gt;going to Harvord together then it would be like in the past.&lt;br /&gt;The 3 would be together again  Mike , Hunter and Warren.&lt;br /&gt;They are still in the past with their minds&lt;br /&gt;as the beeper of Mike begin to vibrate and he gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4 : The Chaos Theory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Mike has had waiting for a customer on the East End Avenue he has seen&lt;br /&gt;the effect of an cigarette lit.&lt;br /&gt;The cigarette lit generate a chain reaction and&lt;br /&gt;He has seen that this little thing can makes people homeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;explanation : Chaos theory    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chaos_theory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 5 : Hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Hunter is walking home he listens to James Taylor&lt;br /&gt;it is a little secret of him that he listens to softer music&lt;br /&gt;and it doesn't bother him cause he suspects that everybody listens to&lt;br /&gt;softer music and hide it.&lt;br /&gt;After he gets home his father calls him and complaining about his life&lt;br /&gt;he is so thinking about his self that he hasn't even noticed the blood.&lt;br /&gt;His father is a tall man taller than Hunter and always drinking&lt;br /&gt;like what Hunter mothers do.&lt;br /&gt;They are always away.&lt;br /&gt;Hunters mothers is in europe the continent where his father&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow should go.&lt;br /&gt;After he listens to his father as much as he can take he goes to&lt;br /&gt;his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GR3wJCXToBg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GR3wJCXToBg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 6 : Nana's Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nana is going home as he has seen 2  guys on the far side of the doorway.&lt;br /&gt;He thinks it must be some kind of deal.&lt;br /&gt;As the white guy tries to kill the other he has gotten hit and killed by a gun.&lt;br /&gt;Nana tries to run away but it was useless.&lt;br /&gt;He has gotten killed , too .&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 7 : Sarah Ludlow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah is walking with her girlfriend to Chris house party,&lt;br /&gt;by the way they slaq about their schoolmates.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah is by far the beautiest girl in her school.&lt;br /&gt;The "charts" prove it.&lt;br /&gt;She got long legs , large breasts , blond hair , blue eyes and high cheekbones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 8 :  The Reason why they wanna be rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;chris handed Mike 100 dollars and than he asks him if he wants to come in.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't and glances his back .&lt;br /&gt;He sees the beautiful girl and "admire"her for a second and goes away.&lt;br /&gt;As he walks down the street he thinks about how rich everyone is and&lt;br /&gt;that you wanted to be like this. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 9 : Chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chris is seventeen and a half years old and has dark blond hairs and blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;and is good looking exept of the acne.&lt;br /&gt;He is throwing parties to find the right girl.&lt;br /&gt;He hasn't much luck with girls.&lt;br /&gt;The last girl has broken his finger as he has tried to ease her pants down.&lt;br /&gt;Since this accident he has lost his confident.&lt;br /&gt;While he is walking with Sarah through the house he thinks about&lt;br /&gt;what it would be like to fuck her and not just hook up with some drunk girl&lt;br /&gt;at one of his parties, like is happening in a different room , where a girl named&lt;br /&gt;Jessica is making out with a guy that no one knows who he is.&lt;br /&gt;After he comes in his pants he goes out of the room to get a beer&lt;br /&gt;and Jessica goes to the toilet.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 10 : Jessica and "twelve"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jessica is a good student and pretty girl but she has an inferiority complex&lt;br /&gt;if she compared herself with Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;Because she isn't flawless like her.&lt;br /&gt;Jessica has a ceamy skin, long brown hair ,large breasts, thin lips&lt;br /&gt;and a jock body.(Because of swimming and soccer).&lt;br /&gt;She goes to the toilet to do some coke before the drunk boy comes,&lt;br /&gt;but it isn't coke that she has in her baggie.&lt;br /&gt;It is "twelve".&lt;br /&gt;As she sniffs it Abraham Lincoln comes into her mind and she starts to giggle and everything changes&lt;br /&gt;when she takes it again the tingling gets fuller and goes from her spine into the back of her head&lt;br /&gt;and after a few seconds she lays on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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