The Trials of The ChocolateNinja

Truth is after loosing my body & soul to Heidi Paige I really didn't give a fuck about hoochies while we dated. However after my 2nd betrayal and our "split" I went solo on the pussy front for close to two years. I hated females in my confusion and angst: they were all gold digging heartless conniving treacherous slags as far as I was concerned. I trekked Africa, immersing myself in lucre making schemes while planning my eventual revenge. I had no feelings left to hold me back: I was heading for the darkside in a big way! But then I saw the light, thanks to an angel named Colette in Ireland who nursed me back to common sense. Now I have the patience of a Zen shoemaker. And a Magnum. To my enemies: Love & Prayers.

Spot The Chocolate ;-)

I could lay all my woes on my upbringing. Hell I probably have "hidden issues" as Heidi would say. She should know. But I won't. Because being the outsider/ underdog teaches u skillz. Yessir. Survival skillz. The main point is never losing sight of the objective or your Kool. I am blessed with friends from every inch of this planet. And the associated thought processes and respect that engenders. Bottom line "Adapt to survive". N'uff said.

Marvel Comics ( I HATED D.C.), Calvin & Hobbes, Tintin, Hardy Boyz, Famous Five, the Secret Seven, hell even Nancy Drew ( man if I could I'd blush! ). I was the Unstoppable Reading Monster (tm.) Then there was T.V. - We had Benny Hill, Not the 9 O'clock News, Spitting Image, Cosbies, The A-Team, Knight Rider, Street Hawk; Dallas,MTV, Star Trek, Monthy Python -this generation knows squat about T.V.!

Apart from my first love (Hi Miss.Curran ;-)), lets see- I had six posters defining my existance from ages 7 thru maybe 17: Jesus Christ, Che Guevara, Dr.Spock (Star-Trek), Bruce Lee, Bob Marley and Kermit (Sesame to you). Add William Gibson, Neil Gaiman (Sandman), Nick Carter (Killmaster N7- not the singing puke), Dostoevsky & Shakespeare to the mix. Not forgetting the Janes military manuals! Guess that sez it all. That and the movies of my youth: Wall Street. Risky Business. Terminator. Rambo. We grew up in heady times boy- Communism, Ron Reagan, MX missiles, break-dancing, Byte, 2600, Apple IIe's, Amstrads, Vic20's, Racism in South Africa- the works.

Scarborough Collegiate, St.Andrews (Malawi), Motown/OWASS (Ghana), Ryerson (Dot.T), Kilburn (UK), Michigan - I've been schooled worldwide thanks to my fathers job! And still the quest for knowledge continues.
My take on world affairs? All politicians are crooks. The world should have no borders, money should be banned and a barter system of skills for goods with governmental support, based on a universal free education and health system could make it happen. Barely 5% of the world's population control a massive 83% of the monetary system; like hellooo?! Our leaders shouldn't be paid, they should be honoured to be elected for the prestigious job of service to the whole. Maybe I'm but a poetic dreamer but the future will prove my concept eventually. One day. Progress is inevitable.

DasEfx, BDP, 2$hort, MosDef, X-Clan, TheWu, BlakSheep, KoolMoeDee

Heck I was driving (illegal of course) by the age of 11! My dad had an e Type (Jaguar to u), locked up in the garage or so he thought! Poor guy. Then there was his '72 Mustang Boss which introduced me to ambulances! From my 1st Ford Probe to my current collection, each ho I dated got a car to her memory. Word.

Seems I finally (reluctantly) gave up breast milk (got any?) around the age of four or five years; my poor mom can't remember! Yes I love females with ample samples and I'm proud of it. Most fellas make the mistake of chasing pretty faces, the fools. It's T's & A's that count dudes! I've witnessed several "ordinary" women turn into ethereal beautys at night; besides once she's naked trust me - it won't matter if her makeups upside down or not, a woman is a "woman"! I respect a girl so long as she respects herself and is no hoochie. Guess that excludes both of you, Dorothy and Heidi. Sure I've had one night stands - I'm definitely no saint but that was always outside of my relationships. If you cannot be faithful then remain single - that way no one gets hurt - mindgames are for teenagers!

Word. From hustling fliers to selling homemade games and "programming tools" from my Vic20 and Amstrad-6128 (Yes baby, I speak Basic, Prolog, ASM, Fortran and C; what did u say your claim to fame was?!), I've always been driven. In college I skipped classes to wash dishes in the Eaton centre, raced my Cobra for cash around the CN railyards in Woodbridge (oh them Thursday nights ;-)), drove Mishud ("u slept with Dorotka u dog"!) to host his house parties and helped ripped off chicks payback their evil insurance companies! Yeah I did it all. I am guilty. U know why? The loot made me do it. M$$ne�. B�g Buck$. Opens door and legs. Try it some time pal.

All and everything as befits a former dancer and house DJ. From Manowar, Sadao Watanabe, Yellowman & Def Leppard to Prince. Variety. I like Snoop though - he's a genuine warm human being. "Props Dogg; u the bollocks". Pac was my music of choice as a fugitive. 2 months before he died we met him on Sunset blvd. Straight pulled up to the lights in a Black SL next to us in my gold AMG with the 5000watt Cobalt Blue box (Dupont Audio gentlemen, go get one!) He glanced over at us as I popped in a Mantronik CD, shook his head & veered left. We went right. I still think "what if I'd maybe spoken to the man", invited him up to Toronto, maybe he'd still be alive. I can still feel your gaze hommes, R.I.P - you were mother Africa's herald to the earth. And I broke up with the evil Heidi witch. Peace.

Take it from me guys - the sugar treatment works with most women, but one slip and she'll be banging your best friend. Yep- I left her for three weeks on a company training trip: "Who can I sleep with if not your best friend when I'm horny, a stranger?" sic. The alcohol was from my fridge too. So for my definition of a ho: Dorothy Bandrowska Torun (416 265-1679). That's right bitch, u post nude pix of me on the net I give out your number. You're beautiful no doubt, but still a tramp. She'll do you for free for a coke or a ride somewhere. And "anything goes!" Worked for my dance crew and half the guys in Scarborough. The queue starts thursday nights at The Guvernment.

I respect all women except Hos. I treasure all creatures great and small. I am sorry for the pain I've caused and feel even sorrier for the ones who set the initial revenge sequence in motion., but I am a warrior and such is my forte. I react to an opposing force - as immutable as the laws of physics. My love has the same intensity as my hate; if we're an item then stick with it. Mind games only lead to the dark side emerging. When that happens I don't give a fuck and shit like this website appears. So to Dorothy Torun, Heidi Paige and Kim I'm really sorry it didn't work out. The trouble with me is I hate restrictions. So when I restrict myself for our love and you go and do shit word gets back. Toronto is such a small place! So I whip out my dick and go cruising. And you know my reputation. Sure I can be sensitive, but I'm also a mean bitch, after all I'm a Gemini. So blame it on my stars and forget the past. Don't blame my wife please; she learned from your mistakes. Peace and good memories, we "did" have fun! Word. "EL-Shabazz - I'm out, Peace"

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