Dear Meg and Emily and David, I still cannot prove that you children are mine. However, their was costodial interference by "Mr. Brown Pants" who took it upon himself from keeping me from being a father. Anyway, I will prove that you "Meg" kept tabbs on me through the next story that I am about to tell. When I was at the Rotundra in Manhattan, I was approached by you Meg and another girl. I was not too awake at the time but you told me that your real name was "Deirdre" and you said the last name but I did not hear it correctly. When I asked you to repeat it, you would not. This got me angry that you would not repeat you real name correctly and you started laughing and you still would not repeat it - like "Sarina" when she changes someone into a gorilla. I natually forgot that moment until recently. About two weeks after the affair, I was walking up "Hylan Boulevard" in "New Dorp, Staten Island". It was a Saturday and it was about five o'clock pm. I was in the habit of doing this on the weekends because I would frequent the Nite Clubs along that street later in the evening. When I came to "Shop Rite" I could see a petite female police officer in my path. When I got closer - It was "Shantilly", I mean "Meg Tilly!" "Hello, how are you?" said Meg. "Fine!" I said. We began talking when I interrupted and said "I thought that you said that we would never see each other again?" She had come to my house on "Vanderbilt Avenue" two weeks earlier and walked right into my hallway and said "I really enjoyed being with you but it will never work out so I must say goodbye". I pleaded to her but she walked back into her Limo guided by a bodyguard and a "Widgett" into the car. I waited by the gate and watched. A second "Shantilly" stepped out feeling sorry for me and approached the gate. I was surprised that you returned or that your double returned. You tried to make me feel better with a kiss. By this time you were spotted by certain hookers in the neighborhood and they asked me who you were - they were jealous. When they found out who were, they were in love now with me and you. So you left and I proceeded to the local liquor store and I had to explain who you were to the neighbors. They were amazed because they saw you from afar. I thought that it was finally over and began to forget. But two weeks later, here I am talking to you again and you are wearing a police uniform. In the parking lot of "Shop Rite" sat "Jimmy Young Blood" and "Earl Morwhine" in a vehicle and they were waving to me. An image of "Jimmy Young Blood" is presented above "We are video tapping this!" they yelled. I did not see a camera but we continued to talk. You wanted to know where I was going. I explained that I was going to shop or see a movie and then go bar hopping. You told me again that we could not see each other and watched from a block away to see if I bowed my head in sadness. I did! I got over you during a movie. When I came out of the theatre it was dark out. I headed to the liqour store across from the theatre and purchased a bottle of wine. When I came out, there you were - still in a police uniform acting like a cop. "Are you following me?" I said. "Look over there" you said. Now there was a bank next door to the wine store. "Look inside, what do you see?" I said "There 's a man inside!" "What are we going to do about it?" you said. "I"m not going to do nothin about it - I'm going to the beach to drink wine!" said I. "I need you to go inside and get him for me". "Wouldn't that set off the alarm?" "You're the cop - you go in and get him!!" I began to become annoyed "Just bug off and leave me alone!" The man inside the bank was another famous actor. You were using me again for your latest film in which you play a hostage negotiator and the other actor is in the movie also. I did not know this at the time but it was like another "Candid Camera" type prank or promtional scene. I was angry when I left and I am also very sorry, but you continued to follow me for the next few years inspite of what you said. I went to the beach and went out that night and began to forget. However, someone caught your photo. If you look at the above photo from the Staten Island newspaper, you will see a striking resemblence between the girl in the police uniform and yourself from the movie "Off Beat". The article and photo was some kind of cover up for you pretending to be a cop - something about how hard life is for female police officers. It was aired right after our "bank encounter" and shows you window shopping. The girl in the photo is "Deirdre" - "Runfola" - the last name that you would not tell me a few weeks earlier. You are trying to cover your face with your hat and your hair is the same length from your current film. You are "Deirde Runfola". You are a double or that is your real birth name. I did research and your dad "Joseph Runfola" is also a cop - who was once doing a "sting operation" outside my house at "Roff and Vanderbilt Avenue" back in 1998. I saw him and he is an exact double of "Mr. Barbados" the man who brought me to you at the Rotundra in 1985. It seemed like a set up because there was a fake hooker standing across the street from my house who was seducing people with a lolly pop in her mouth. People were arrested and I was listening to it on my police scanner before walking past her. Mr. Barbados may have been replaced before I ever met him. You are the real Meg Tilly or Deirdre Runfola. The similarities in the photo and your appearance in "Off Beat" are unmistakable. Is that your real birth name? Mr. Barbados was once drunk in his bar "Chucky's Pub" and told me that you "Meg" are his daughter. I think that the sting operation outside my home was another attempt to get me arrested for no reason. In your back yard here in Staten Island there was a life -like mannequin of yourself and people were taking photos of it. The photo from your "Mother and Daughter's" website was shot from that dummy. "Widgett" his son was also replaced. "Widgett Stanz" - "One nation under God for Widgett Stanz". Our patriot. When my bicycle was stolen and brought to you in 1968, it was Mr. Barbados" A.K.A "Joseph Runfola" who settled the dispute. I cannot say for sure that I am right "Deirdre" my love but I still love you. This is why no one can find you - they have the wrong name altogether.
