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My +*+*+*+*+ intro *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+ +*+.+.+.+ most horrible sensation .+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+*+ +*+.+.+.+ first vehicle theft .+-+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+*+ +*+.+.+.+ first house-burglary +-+-+-+-+-+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+*+ +*+.+.+.+ first military-related burglary -+-+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+*+ +*+.+.+.+ first odd competition I took part of +.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+*+ +*+.+.+.+ first pyromaniac deed -+-+-+-+-+-+-+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+*+ +*+.+.+.+ first (and only) fuck-the-place-up break-in .+.+.+.+.+.+*+ +*+.+.+.+ first trick-a-chic +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+.+.+.+.+.+.+*+ +*+.+.+.+ first computer experience .+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+*+ +*+.+.+.+ first modem -+-+-+-+-+-+-+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+*+ +*+.+.+.+ first 'hack' +-+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+*+ +*+.+.+.+ first girlfriend +.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+*+ +*+*+*+*+ first explosive *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+ Intro I've been doing quite a lot of strange things in my life. I still do from time to time. Why? Because it's fun, and a good change from the dull everyday life. I currently work for one of Sweden's biggest companies within it's business, still it is not very well known (for the public), due to the fact we only sell our products to other companies. Why do I tell you this? I'll tell you. In this world, you have got to have a job. If for nothing else than making money, then just because you need something to say when people ask you what you do (read: when the judge ask you what you do for a living). I'm proud to say that if I had the money, I would not be working at all. That is, not working with anything that pay off anyhow. Really, I hate my job. Hate having people telling me Do this, Do that. But, as someone said; 'There's nothing you won't do for money'. (Almost true, but you get my point.) At home I got my BBS running, or should I say "my BBS project", since it's a product of my own actually. The idea was to keep in touch with friends, mainly here in Sweden, but from other countries also... (Though the number of calls dramatically decreased after I was "forced" to disable the CallBack service for foreigners... Due to some legal problems, along with the media covering some things we decided to tell the public (which I now regret, not deeply, but I still regret it)) I even for a short while disabled CallBack for swedes. By the way, my board is the ONLY non-commercial BBS in the whole world to have a CallBack service! And it's very cheap to use it! Whoops, almost forgot the subject there... Yeah, what I meant with this, was that I usually don't do what everybody else does, or what they should have done. An ordinary person (ok EXCUSE ME FELLAS) would just have set up a BBS running on some existing board program. But that's just too simple for me, along with some other reasons (yeah)... "Make a BBS program myself? Why not?" I thought... Ok, it didn't just pop up there from nowhere, I had (and still is) been developing this program for quite some time with a friend of mine, (living approx 200-250 kilometers from here) and all exchange of programs and ideas was done over the phone. And when it struck me "An own BBS... *sigh*" I installed a new phone line (approx $260 ARGH), and made the program accept more than some standard accounts (mine and my friend's), and allow new users to register. Aaaahhhh... I think I lost the subject again. Is this a BBS promotion or an informative textfile about my inner thoughts and wonderings? (Both, actually). After these n number of bytes I can't tell... What I meant to write in here was about all the crazy and strange things I've been doing in my n year old life. And if it isn't neither (to you...) then just because it's what I can look back upon... Ok, we're back to the subject. To make it easier for me and you, I'll just line'em up right here. Things worth remembering... My Most horrible sensation (and the very first too) : When I got mad at an older "tyrant" at the playground, I filled a big plastic bag with big rocks, and yelled "bad names" at him when I was on the other side of a big play-house, when he came running after me, I climbed up on the roof of this play-house and waited for him... Swiiiish, and I threw that bag as hard as I could at his head, holding the bag at it's handles! I couldn't have been more than five or six years old when this happened, since I hadn't started school yet. Without looking if the bag hit him or not, I ran home as fast as I ever could, and didn't come out until next day... and the "tyrant" was gone... actually, I never saw him again. Many years later, I met "the tyrants" little brother and asked him where his brother was, and he told me he was at school. So I guess the rocks only made him some good. I actually never realized what I had done until a year afterwards I think... I only knew I was scared, but I don't know what the reason was, since I was actually glad the "tyrant" was gone. Probably more worried about what would happen to me than what had happened to him. First vehicle theft... I was with this gang and stole a Suzuki moped from a basement when I was about 10 years old. We practiced some driving, but I never made it, since I always seemed to fall on the side, scrubbing my knees. It all ended when we threw the moped in to some bushes near the place we took it from. First house-burglary... Found the key to my "guardian"'s (a person that takes care of the kids when your real parents are at work) house, which I gave to two of my friends and told them to steal everything they could, or else wreck the place. This was when I was about 11 years old. My "guardian" suspected me of the crime, but I sure had an alibi, and I was only happy to see that bitch in vain. (Tough-luck note: After 10 years, it can't be tried in court, suckers!) First military-related burglary... Broke in to a military surplus when I was about 12 years old, my partner- in-crime told his father, who immediately told the cops. One interrogation at the police station but no charges at all. We had carried away about 200 kilo's of ammunition (according to the cops), dozens of medals, fuses, knives and other shit. My "pal" happily told the cops where we had hidden Everything. He even showed them things they didn't even know was missing! (And yes, I do not even look at his direction if I, by mistake, should spot him - even today, more than 9 years later, and why should I? That lard-ass bastard.) First odd competition I took part of... I "Competed" with a friend in mountain climbing for about a year and a half, both during summer and winter time. The highest, and most "dangerous" cliff had a 88-90 degree, 17 metre wall, which was a bitch to climb, both up and down (our "equipment" was a rope and gloves) but it was possible. This was when I was about 14-15. I think we were equally skilled in this. First pyromaniac deed... I accidentally(? I'm not sure) set fire to a big mattress outdoors, at some big garage. Wow, you should have seen those flames! Anyway, my "guardian" (yes, the same as I mentioned before) saw it all and came out and pulled my ear... First (and only) fuck-the-place-up break-in... A friend and I had spotted this nice old day-home for kids, and we thought it would be worth paying it a visit. And so we did. One evening we scraped off the stuff that kept the glass in the window in place (smashing it would have awakened the neighbors), and bent the nails that were hidden in it. We entered, nicked their stereo, but there was nothing else we would need. So, after hiding the stereo in some bushes outside, we got in again, this time we raided their cupboards, taking some bites out of everything that looked tasty, such as cookies, ice-cream and candy. When we got bored we found a bunch of bottles of melassis. 'Hehe' was our one and only thought... We took some bottles each and totally covered the place in melassis (and ice cream). After making this nice little mess we ran off in top speed (me carrying that big stereo). I must have been 5 or 6 years old then(!!)... Because I remember I was still going to some pre-school thing. Now that's innocent kids for you. First trick-a-chic... That is, if you can call a 6-year old a 'chic'... Anyway, I was about 7 when me and my brother was playing at my grandmother's house, and we saw a girl playing all by herself on the other side of the road. So we went over to her and we started playing as kids always do, playing with cars, making cities and roads in the sand etc. Then after a while I thought we should go into the woods and play there instead. After a while I said 'why not play with our clothes off'... said and done. 'Can you start?' I asked her, and she stripped without hesitating. When she was standing there, all naked, me and my brother walked over to her, and began 'touching' her in various places. Then about 20 seconds later our father showed up, said some well chosen words and then dragged me and my brother back into the house. I don't think we ever saw her again... First computer experience... I was in (swedish) 7th grade when a friend told me, as we were passing by a large building, that there was a computer club right there. 'So what?' I replied... but anyhow, some minutes later I was in the house, watching some guys playing games on (I later found out) C128's. 'Hey this looks fun'... and not many seconds later I was fighting and kicking against my friend in a game called 'Exploding Fist'... about half a year later, I got a C64 from my parents. I was in heaven. Haha... I must tell you about the time we loaded the first game after we got the computer. After the game had loaded for hours (it seemed to me, at least), and my brother was going to plug in the joystick... and accidentally hit the power switch... hahha... What a sight. (I didn't laugh back then though.) First modem... ...which I had to buy with my own money! My parents refused to support me with money to such a devilish item (even back then! hehe). However, I got it to work, after getting almost ripped-off by the modem-dealer ($400!) and it didn't work properly! Had to send it back, and it took them three months to send it back. Once I got started, I totally overloaded our local switch with calls to boards all over the country. I had entered a totally different world I thought (and did not know how right I was). First 'hack'... Boy oh boy... how could I forget... I managed to 'hack' the password for privileged mode on a university DEC server. Oh boy how funny things was... creating services with funny names, password-protecting already existing ones etc etc... hehe. When they changed the SET PRIV password, I managed to hack it again! (And I repeated above described foolishness once again...) I got more discrete later on in life... (thought you wanted to know). First girlfriend... *Ahem* I won't go in to this subject deeper than saying it was worth the experience, and I think I got her to thank for the most wonderful days (yes, DAYs, you'll know why in a few) during my puberty. The 'bad' part was that I was the only one of us two enjoying it. Bet she still thinks she's supposed to do anything her boyfriend tells her to. hehe(?). No, I guess I feel sorry for her, really. Or should I? She was the one who broke up... First explosive... ...was, not counting when I was putting tape around commercial fire crackers, was pretty late in life. No wonder I thought there was something missing all the time. I just poured the black powder out of a bunch of rockets and fire crackers in a big tube (pipe), wrapped it up in plastic tape, and blew metal cans to tiny pieces. (Standard fire crackers just made them jump a couple of metres). First file about things I remember...? Which you hopefully just finished reading. If not, you are permitted to slit your throat. Razors can be ordered through uXu Razor Service. Quote off Condemned Reality; "There is no thing as BAD HEAD... only NO HEAD." Sedes Diaboli +46-________/24hrs/V.21/V.22/V.22bis/V.32/V.32bis/MNP2-5/V.42/V.42bis CALLBACK SERVICE GODDAMN IT Decent message sub coming up...