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Personal Narrative: My Milkman's Journey

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Hi I'm Milkman and I'm going to tell you about my life!
I was born on February 19th, 1931 and I was the first black person to be born in Mercy Hospital!
My mom, Ruth, stopped breastfeeding me at four years old and thats how I got my name Milkman.
1943 was a busy year for me! I became friends with Guitar!
I also met my aunt Pilate and later started having feelings for her granddaughter, Hagar because she had a nice booty.
In 1945 I realized my leg was shorter than the other so I turned it into a strut.
Hagar and I then made love for the first time
After hitting up some fun parties with Guitar where I supplied a lot of alcohol, I hit my father because he was beating my mom.
He told me my mother wasn't what I thought.-“Your mother was lying next to her dead fathers corpse sucking on his fingers!” …show more content…

It drove her crazy so she hunted me down. It said, “Thank you for all you have meant to me. For making me happy all these years. I am signing this letter with love, of course, but more than that, with gratitude”(171).
A year later, Guitar and I stole Pilates inheritance, we got arrested and Pilate & Macon bailed us out.
I then discovered that Guitar was involved in a terrible group called the seven days.
I wanted to know about my family so I left to Danville where I met Reverend Cooper, he told me about my family and I met Circe.
I set out to find information on my family and headed towards Charlemagne but my car broke down in Shalimar.
I stopped off at Solomon's general store and decided to have a soda. Solomon told me that a guy was looking for me and left a message saying, “Good luck, your day has

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