It was the Summer of 2004 that I traveled solo to Toronto to clear my head from heartbreak with no particular plans or destination in mind. While walking down Yonge st., I heard some funky music playing out of a dive bar. There was Claire playing as a 1 woman band. Maybe it was the cheap pink sunglasses, or the kazoo finale, but I felt compelled to talk with this beautiful young woman. I was surprised at how bright she truly was, and we felt an instant connection. She invited me to her apartment to play board games. We played so many different games until sunrise, sharing our first kiss outside. I was politely resistant at the suggestion I sleep on the couch, but she insisted. I met her brother Mac the next day, and we went out for Brunch together. After a day out on the town we rented movies. Humorously ad-libbing "A quest for fire" marked the beginning of one of the happiest times of my life. 
Surprisingly, I couldn't get hired in Toronto for the life of me. Every time I would depart Toronto, I would leave an item on the small round table in the living room to prove that I would return. It started with the all-in chip given to me from my Godfather that I carried with me always. Next, I bought a used Nintendo along with Super Mario 3 at a discount pawn shop. 
Things remained fairly casual until 1 night Claire started acting strange with this "splitting migraine", and asked me to go out for a while. I didn't know what I did wrong or where to go, so headed for the Subway trying to clear my head. As I headed down the stairs, I heard shouting and commotion in the Subway. 8 men in suits had a young man against a post, one waving a gun in his face. I disarmed him, and a fist fight ensued. At one point they were all kicking me on the ground until my cousin Tommy came unexpectedly out of the train. I was lucky to only have a few bruises, and cuts despite being shot at and stabbed. The nickname Post stuck, and he invited us out for dinner 2 days later. I must have looked a sorry sight arriving on Claire's doorstep. I found a Sucrets tin full of morphine pills while looking for bandages. As she dutifully cleaned me up with worried stoned eyes I realized we were both hopelessly in love. My recounting of the night's events became a poetic song we had originally called Subway. My original lyrics- "Hey, you want to go on the Subway? Say hey, you want to ride the Subway? No way, you're gonna fight on the subway! Welcome to the party; welcome to the show! Cuz I'm only a man, I do what I can…oh oh oh…" Claire dressed us all up in leis and party fedoras at the restaurant, and I became close friends with Post. We played a lot of cards together at his apartment, and recorded his first single there called "Subway", even though I didn't want to duplicate the name for both songs. The demo remained on the round table.
Claire enrolled at the U of T in Astrophysics. Following meeting my grandparents in Azilda, our hearts started to ache every moment we were apart. We had to establish some personal and professional boundaries in our relationship since things were getting more serious. We had agreed that she could see other women but not men. Mac was very particular about his mixing equipment, so I agreed I would stay out of the recording studio and only work on lyrics and our website design. I was doing so much work on Claire's pink Macbook that she decided to give it to me as a present for Christmas. My interest in cryptography started initially from me trying to understand and code SSL certificates for our Grimes website. 
In 2005, Claire finally asked me to move in. Claire's friend Vanessa by coincidence was my childhood Bantam bowling crush in Sudbury. We became close friends and played poker regularly with Post. Claire and I started getting noticed more while partying in the music scene. I became good friends with Raine Maida over red wine at The Jazz, and would see him there almost every Sat at 7PM sharp. Several artists rented a space we called the "Foundry" downtown. I met "the Knife" there along with Tyson James and Troy "Van" Leeuwen. I later introduced Libby Lux, Adam Calhoun, and Paul Okoye to the space. All of them were later invited to be part of my wedding party, along with Dino, and Brian Zuniga (Cheetah/Cottontail). Karin asked to be my best man, and I agreed. Sometimes I would drink alone with Tyson, and Jordan Peterson debating. Our conversations were insightful even though we had numerous differences of opinion. Tyson featured our voices recently on the song "strong man". I miss them all despite everything that has occurred.
I started work on DEFI around my birthday in 2005 prompted from an angry forum post on Globalist banking. I only knew Cplus from high school so taught myself JS and Python over several months. Claire's only notable contributions to the initial whitepaper was helping me brainstorm the concept of mining and the halving event. My initial concept looks wildly different than what you see today. I would later meet and encourage my online chess partner Vitalik Buterin in person as friend, and mentor to work on his own code. I had befriended Jeff Bezos, Justin Roiland, Takeshi, and Jordan Peterson joking outside the U of T while Claire lectured. 
Around June, Claire introduced me to the "other woman" Suki Waterhouse. She was dressed in a red pleather suit, and I joked she looked like a young Suzi Quatro. It was love at first sight. Claire and Vanessa disappeared on us. I had no idea at the time it was festering jealousy. Suki showed me her English passport stating she was 21 out of curiosity. We produced her first demo in the first 2 nights together; finding its home on the circle table as well. Initially I was over the moon happy, but Claire insisted Vanessa get in the mix. I was confused because I thought we were just good friends. The jealousy came to a fever pitch when Claire and I got engaged. So did the drinking and pill popping. I never agreed with opioids. I drank my fair share, but stuck to psychadelics. I hope Rihanna will vouch for me as being an honourable man, and friend in Toronto. Vanessa wanted me to elope with her to Vegas, become card sharks, and ended up staying there after my impromptu "hangover" bachelor party. The trip would produce several fierce ironies later in life.
In late September I struggled with writer's block split-testing the program. I kept getting time-out errors I couldn't figure out. I decided to beat Super Mario 3 instead of coding. I wanted to watch some Guy Ritchie movies with Claire and her brother, so I bought Fight Club, Snatch, and rented Lock stock and 2 smoking barrels. It was while I was moving through the pipes in the game I had the thought "wouldn't it be easy if the codes could just magically connect together like going through the tunnels". That's when I created "split tunneling", solving both mine and Vitaly's coding dilemmas. Claire and Mac walked in just after I completed the entire code and beat the game. I gloated in celebration forcing them through the game credits before watching movies. I spoke my best Japanese accent to all the credits. "Satoshi Nakamoto" that's me! Claire and I pitched the concept to Justin Roiland and Jeff Bezos outside U of T. Originally I was going to call it Bytecoin. It was a conversation with Jeff that changed my mind. Mackenzie may verify this accuracy because I believe her to be an honest, good woman.
Following our Hallowe'en party at Post's apartment, my whole World was turned upside down. Suki was now staying with us while modeling, and it was revealed they both had fake IDs. Consequently, I had to ask her to leave. I was  upset by the dishonesty, but Claire's parents already gave me their blessing. A week later I had Claire's ring resized, and we had a nice rooftop dinner. She excused herself to powder her nose and came back an hour later overdosing. I threw her pills off the rooftop and walked with her for hours keeping her awake. I held her, begging her to go to rehab to no avail. I melodramatically tried to scare some sense into her imagining what would happen if descended from the rooftop. Would I be killed or just horribly maimed (KVM)? I wanted her to understand how hopeless her addiction made me feel. Karin called and told me that Suki was pregnant with my child. Post told me he heard she was in NYC.  I rushed out in a frantic state desperate to reconcile, and make things right. I left messages with all her friends there, including Amanda Pacheco. I tried so hard to do the right thing even if it meant I go to jail. I searched for her until trees started to look like Suki. To make matters worse upon returning to Sudbury, it was revealed to me that I may have a different biological father as well as daughter previously unknown revealed to me in November. I met Buck in Seattle, and he gave me money. I think he wanted to spare me the fact he had terminal leukemia. With the money, I traveled across the States, looking for my daughter in California. I stayed for a couple months in San Jose and became fairly well known there at that time. I tried to convince Claire to get clean and see me there. Even offered to pay for the flight. She declined.  Through a series of unfortunate events most of my money was stolen. When I returned to Toronto to get my things bums were selling my clothes and shoes on the street. Everyone had vanished and disconnected their numbers. I guess Claire and Suki thought it would be funny to launch my life's work without my permission as leverage to win me back. To them it was just a game pretending to be me, placing all my things in a safety deposit box in England. My amnesia is another story altogether. The truth is I wrote this post because I still love them despite everything done to me. There is a lot of responsibility being shirked here. Even though I love them both despite all that has transpired, it should not come at a cost to my own peace, and well-being. There is an offer on the table here to reconcile, and make things right.  I was just the only one ever willing to compromise.  It was never my intention to embarrass anyone.  I just want to put these assets, and my skillsets to the highest betterment of humanity as a whole.  As it stands, my most important work represents selfishness, and hypocrisy.  I'm fully prepared to face any consequences to my actions with honesty, and integrity.  The truth is in the meta data.  May God bless the good people left in the World...BTC