6. 3-2 History

3/2 is the 6th song from Anger Management. In 1996 I moved to Toronto for the first time. I found a place after squatting in a few abandoned buildings for a period.
My friend Fabian was after this girl who named herself Kristy Chaos. Doing everything to live up to that name, she was crazy. She caused a lot of trouble where she was working. A vintage clothing and record store with a recording rehearsal studio called Cool Kat.
The owner, Danta, was a D.J. Named D.J. Abug. Miss Chaos got herself fired. Well I was there to pick up the slack and grabbed the opportunity,
I took the job. I must say, I met many interesting and sadistic people. Like Danta the Filipino D.J. With his little problems and in a world of his own. There was Adam the red headed rastafarian and sound engineer.
Then there were the owners of Art and Lies. A weird hippy punk bar on Queen and Dovercourt. Before it closed down it was the best place to just go on stage and play. What a great, experience. Art and Lies was a Martial Art and Supplies before it became a club. Hence where it got its name.
I had met so many different musicians at both Kool Cat and Arts & Lies. From the amazing T.B and the GST {The good sounding thing’s}, a jazz and funk band. The Excreations, a heavy metal group. Many rastafarian bands and countless others. All of the people I learn from and they helped me to develop and grow.
There were so many people during my time in Toronto. The crazies, the hippies, the crack heads, pimps, hookers, feaks, Artest, eccentric nut jobs. Rich kids sluming multi-cultured and all of them expanded my knowledge.
There was this really cool woman named Dee who made children's clothing. We had several lunches and very good conversations together.
There was a month when we were the only Vintage clothing store open for 24hr. This happend after a friend of mince, Cory, shattered the entrance to Kool Cat. He had a bad acid trip, well it happens.
Being the one responsible for my friends actiones. I recommended we stalk up on condoms and sexy underwear. During those couple of months. I truly experienced the nightlife of Toronto. So many weird things happening I am still not sure if they were real or part of a delirium.
The one experience I remember the most, and I am sure acutely happened. Was when a cut up bleeding hooker came into the store. My initial instinct was to call the hospital, perhaps I should have. Instead, because she refused to be admittied, likely because she was high as fuck and. Out of fear, and whatever was going through her mind. She asked me to take care of her.
Thanks to my upbringing I was able to determine that her wounds were not life endangering. Most likely self induced. With my meager knowledge I managed to bandage her up. Surprisingly she lived, and I actually did a good jog.
A few days after she came back with her pimp. Who prpoofessed his thanks for, “Taking Care of His Girl.” In respectful thanks he offered me anything I