Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Life of a Torontonian
In the city of Toronto, dirty Toronto that is, lays the filth of many. As you walk the streets of downtown of this barnyard-like city, the skyscrapers perch above us and below well, sits the crap of the city. It is filled with the usual, chocolate bar wrappers and cigarette buts, yellowing newspapers, and sometimes even the stockings of the local strippers. This city is a very unique and non-judgmental place where dudes look like chicks and chicks like dudes. But who is to judge? Leave the streets and enter a local bachelor joint and it isn't a whole lot different. It holds the filth of one Torontonian. It's a bordello full of bedroom toys, empty whiskey bottles, and cold ashes leading to one night stands and meaningless sex with factory girls and weird twisted sisters. This is more than enough to drive a man batshit crazy. That is the city we live in. Take it or leave it. After all, it is dirty Toronto.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Profile: Chase and Bunifa Lateffa Haleef Shareefa Jackson
Time/Place: 10 A.M. Book Store
She walks into the book store to steal. He spots her afro and gets excited. He tries, and tries to talk to her. She says "watcha no abt meh." He tries to act like he is trying to help her...
steal her favorite book: "The Life of Jimi Hendrix."
"I come in peace." as he puts up his first two fingers indicating the peace sign.
"What the fuck is wrong with you boi?"
"I'm just tryin to help you girl."
"Boi, i'm getting dems tired of this shit. Get the fuck away from me!" She says as lightly as it can be said, without getting the attention of other customers or the store clerk.
"Listen. Why don't you go stand by the door and let me do this. This looks like a man's job, so step aside...G!" pushing her towards the door. "But remember i scratch your back, you scratch mine. Deal?
"Whataeva man!"
Chase processed with the crime, storing the book of the famous musician inside his $2000 dollar leather jacket and walking casually out the store to meet Bunifa Lateffa Haleef Shareefa Jackson.
"Here ya go! That's how its done."He says, handing the stolen book to her.
As they both stare at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move.
Bunifa Lateffa says " So you dones me a favor, what dem you got in mind for payback?"
"How about me and you... at a 4 star restaurant tomorrow night at 8?"
"Boi! You must be out dem minds. I gots no time for dem dinners and what nots. I got my self those little creatures called kids...four to be exact running around in the dump that i call my house. You think i have time for dates. Boi you outta ya mind.
"Well...then..."
"Shut up B. I know what all dem mens wants. So lets just do this. I gots dem hours to kill before i go home. Lets go where you want"
They both walk off away from their meeting place with the book left behind in the trash.
She walks into the book store to steal. He spots her afro and gets excited. He tries, and tries to talk to her. She says "watcha no abt meh." He tries to act like he is trying to help her...
steal her favorite book: "The Life of Jimi Hendrix."
"I come in peace." as he puts up his first two fingers indicating the peace sign.
"What the fuck is wrong with you boi?"
"I'm just tryin to help you girl."
"Boi, i'm getting dems tired of this shit. Get the fuck away from me!" She says as lightly as it can be said, without getting the attention of other customers or the store clerk.
"Listen. Why don't you go stand by the door and let me do this. This looks like a man's job, so step aside...G!" pushing her towards the door. "But remember i scratch your back, you scratch mine. Deal?
"Whataeva man!"
Chase processed with the crime, storing the book of the famous musician inside his $2000 dollar leather jacket and walking casually out the store to meet Bunifa Lateffa Haleef Shareefa Jackson.
"Here ya go! That's how its done."He says, handing the stolen book to her.
As they both stare at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move.
Bunifa Lateffa says " So you dones me a favor, what dem you got in mind for payback?"
"How about me and you... at a 4 star restaurant tomorrow night at 8?"
"Boi! You must be out dem minds. I gots no time for dem dinners and what nots. I got my self those little creatures called kids...four to be exact running around in the dump that i call my house. You think i have time for dates. Boi you outta ya mind.
"Well...then..."
"Shut up B. I know what all dem mens wants. So lets just do this. I gots dem hours to kill before i go home. Lets go where you want"
They both walk off away from their meeting place with the book left behind in the trash.
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