SERIOUSLY OT: Calling all chicks! IT'S PART 6!!

I decided. I decided.

I decided.

I decided. I decided. I decided. I decided. I decided.

Don't touch kid, sleep with the lights on.

To.



I made the executive order.

I made the executive order of:


FUCK THE HAND THAT FEEDS!

Basically this little pip of expression had a few thousand people. A few hundred players. And a few Major Players.



I was a Major Player.

After dozens of articles on modding, water cooling, and pretty much the very first hard drive window modding, I grew to heights never achieved before in my life.

I hated it all. I hated being a nobody and a somebody at the same time. I loved free merch, hated that I was still no one out to the outside world.

One night. Decided to make an exit.

Coincidentally, I knew a few people who were in the same position. All respected, all hated, all in the same epidemic time frame of our lives.

At this point, I should clarify that I am not a hacker. I have no abilities as far as accessing information that was not intended for my viewing.

I was clever, though.

This was the early days of forums on the internet, HTML posting and such was routine. There was no Vbullintin boards, no html blocking, no anything. Good ol' forums post ICQ era.

One night. One night I made the call. That call was the premeditation of what would land me in my first lawsuit.

Now remember, this is the days before internet security laws. Internet was the wild west, anything goes. If you get jacked- oh fucking well.

Well, along the lines I had discovered a code that would basically replicate the forums within itself. So wen you clicked on a thread topic it would load infinity. Big spoiler in the days when bandwidth actually mattered.

Said night: Don't remember the date.

I corresponded with all available parties. And a strike was commissioned.

unanimously we started posting said code to every thread within the forum. Meaning anytime anyone went to load any thread on the first few pages of the forum it would indefinatly replicate itself within itself indefinably.

I was up what seemed like days as mayhem ensued. I think I skipped a few days of school to watch this all unfold, mass chaos soon ensued, some posts made it through, others just got lost in the bogged down system using all of its bandwidth.

I can't recall weather these days were good, bad, thrilling, or exciting. I'm guessing based on my track record that they were exciting based with a little bit of bad. There was no shielding of who had done this. I was blatantly guilty. No disguising it.

At this point, I would like to toss out some respect to the real hackers of the day. People who actually knew what they were doing, and not just punks like myself exploiting security protocols.

Within hours, a forum and website with thousands of devoted followers was brought down to its knees.

Not being a total asshole, I actually provided admin with the information they needed to restore service. All advice was ignored. Outages lasted weeks.

All landed on a deaf ear.

Now, being young I did not fully realize the consequences of what I had done.

I was named as "mastermind" of all the chaos that had happened in this attack. While not a hacker, I was labeled one. I was not a pro, but I got thrown into the game with the wolves.

In the following months, I grew up very quickly, as I was a defendant in an insueing lawsuit. This would not be the first.

While early in my high school career, I was tied up in a lawsuit for bringing down a very predominate internet forum, site, and associated attributes.

For me? This was the early days. This was before may of the laws that are in place today. White the site was an American operated site, it was hosted overseas. Meaning I [eventually] got off Scott free.

Being smart, I retied. I decided that while I had a passion for this, it would not lead to good in my current state. Up and left everything related to computers. - As advised.

So, first major blip avoided; mostly by luck.

The second of my legal troubles would follow.

Remember the days of ebay? Not the ebay we we know it today, but the early days of internet auctions.

Well following the days of the computer modding I discovers internet auctions.

Don't get me wrong, I was not set out to rip off people. At all.

While not "mastermind"ing this, I quickly discovered that people were selling Electric Turbo/Superchargers. What they were selling were bilge pumps, what I could manufacture was a 12v fan in a piece of PCV pipe. Enter second lawsuit before I was even 18 years old.

seeing these 'electric turbos' sell for upwards of $150 I wanted in on the action. My first order I purchased a few hundred 12v computer fans, and 10 feet of 3" pcv pipe from the local hardware store. Made a few thousand dollars in the weeks following.

In fact, I made so much that the person that owns the patent on the electronic supercharger noticed.....

Within a few weeks and less than $100 invested, I had made thousands.

At this point I am served with a Cease and Desist order. As well as a lawsuit for patent infringement.

I was a Sophomore in high school, in DECA/marketing class (the class you have to take in order to get a Job and be released from school early every day to go work). We had to give a presentation on information we had learned from real world economics that we would not have learned in class.

I gave a speech on copy wright infringement, and summed up a very light insight on how I was currently being sued for $14,000 because I stole someones design- because I could manufacture it cheaper and more efficiently.

I got an A-.

Eventually settled out of court and the suit was dropped. Liquidated the rest of my stock, paid off the owner of the patent, and still walked away with a few grand in my pocket. Worth it? Who knows.

The way I see it, everybody has a vice whether or not they realize it. At least you know yours and know when you're spending too much for your own liking. In that article they told me was written for me, the guy talks about how he stopped cause weed is addictive to 1 of 6 teenagers. I think its more like 1 in 6 decide its for them while the other 5 move on to try other things to take their mind of the shitty parts of life.

Shitty parts- all parts. I have a good jobs, but hate everything about my life....

So there I am. Not even "legal" yet I've already been the subject of two lawsuits.

Nobody gives a shit, no mercy for me.
http://youtu.be/NX7m0W8fkf4

I enter my adult life as feeling jaded. No money, no skills, no abilites to get the girls I longed for.

To this day I feel jaded. There are may thrilling things out there that I have no experienced, no doubt.

Jaded? Why not? What exciting things can be thrown at me that I have no dealt with already? Growing up without a father? Check. Growing up feeling awkward? check. Growing up without anyone. Never connecting, Never getting the whole relationship thing. Never having anyone in your life? Check. I moved over 3,000 miles to get away from everyone I knew. I still don't feel like I've escaped. There is no escape.

I design million of dollars worth of jewelry annually, and I am still no one. Why not bring down the establishment?

wow, that took an odd turn.

I think I have a habit of getting drunkish and telling long drawn out stories post by post on AF.

On number 17 of that 18 pack I picked up around 8:30pm. That actually only works out to about 3 an hour.


Shameful.

What kind of self respecting man only drinks 3 beers an hour?

In the words of the Moppies

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