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...you may question the character of a schizophrenic...but never doubt his "MPs". (multiple personality)

Looking back at the younger years I think of how everyday life was a lot less complicated and a lot more fun. When time came to "take care of business", so to speak, one didn't have to involve one's self, to the point of paranoia, with the detailed complexities and routinely boring intricacies associated with clandestine surveillance. Yeah sure there were a handful of RCMP equipped with a "WRIT OF ASSISTANCE" and yeah sure they would try and fuck the ass off someone's "old lady" for information, like literally pump her for info, and yeah sure the RCMP could fast track wire taps with phony "probable cause"...but...access to satellite and digital means of surveillance was very limited.

Then in 92 buddy got busted in an international sting op which entailed never before used tec equipment of "mil spec" classification utilized outside of the "domestic legal jurisdictions"...it was a tracking device that was planted in the heel of his riding boots. And then there were pics of me, and of course my MPs, and two bros named "Bubba" and we were in a very secure location , all the pictures showed were our feet and legs up to the waistline, no facial, no biometrics but very poor audio, which we were later informed, was obtained through the use of a "parabolic frequency system", which is why one must always avoid discussions near a window(s)...I- we won't get into that...yet.

BUT EVERYTHING FELL THROUGH FOR THE CROOKED COPS BECAUSE ONE COP COULDN'T EXPLAIN AS TO WHY 5LBS OF "COMMODITY" WENT MISSING OUT OF THE EVIDENCE VAULT AND LESS THAN HALF OF THAT 5LBS OF COMMODITY WAS FOUND IN HIS OFFICE DRAWER...AND...THE MAIN UNDERCOVER COP PASSED OUT AT A PARTY AND A FEW OTHER "BUBBAS" WENT THROUGH EVERYTHING THAT HE CAME TO THE PARTY WITH...WHEN THE DUMB FUCK CAME TO THE NEXT DAY HIS "BOOTS" WERE PACKED WITH DOG SHIT, HIS PANTS WERE TO HIS KNEES, HIS SERVICE WEAPON WAS GONE, HIS BODY WIRES AND RECORDING DEVICE (which was in his undercover car) WAS GONE AND 1.5 YEARS OF SURVEILLANCE DOCUMENTATION WAS GONE...and a few other things which cannot be divulged...YET.

But my cousin, El(L) ZYANKALIUM ('L' for lethal)...he had a thing for poison darts and air guns, would always cut me down for being too soft. Unlike my civilized form of confrontation where, at the most one guy had an eyeball pop out of his skull after I put one of the best boots of my life to the side of his head after ducking and weaving 3 of his haymakers, my cousin El Z....etc was most adept at 'close-in killing methods...hence the darts.

NOTE...obviously some of this is a bit of an embellishment, like my cousin's name...everything else is not fiction. Okay, we gotta go now because I'm am back in Toronto and after winding down from the drive I have to get up at 05.00hrs