Again I find myself in the diner. Some girl who I know in passing noted how much I happen to look like Tom Green. Heh, is tht a good thing, or a bad thing? I'm not yet sure.

I'm not almost done with my latest hobby. To collect every BR song ever made. Napster rocks for this, if you haven't tried it...do so. You will love yourself.

This inculdes getting b-sides I've never heard. Not to mention bonus tracks that you can only get on imports. My current favorits are "The Queen Of The 21st First Century", and "Louse as Directed". Wonderfull songs! They are bonus tracks from the new album. "The New America", quite the album.

On to other things. Work goes well, mostly. I totaly forgot to do something and may get a good reaming for it. Oh well, things could be worse ;) Hmm, I'm now behind a firewall also. This is just a minor annoyance in general. Most of my software can go through it with ease, minus my ftp server. Heh, not that I really need it anyway.

I have the weekend off, boring. Not much to do, clean up a bit. May find some nice place to loiter, but that's about it. Might do some graphic design for Lincoln Online as well. It needs some work :)

Hmm, bored out of my skull currently.

Story time!

He sits alone in his room, this is normal. He has no social life, other than that of work, save if you count chat rooms. Coffee in one hand, and pizza in the other. They both threaten his computers. Today he's working on a special project. A program that will let him walk right into any windows NT server.

In all realty it's just a bad hack. Little bits and pieces other have witten, thrown into one general purpose tool. A simple point an click interface as well. It's his baby :)

Dazed out, lost in the code he realizes that the phone has been ringing for quite a while. Slowly he picks it up. Who would call him at 3:00am anyway?

"Hello?"

"Oh, good. Your still awake!"

"Hi Debora, what ya want at this hour?"

"Your body! What else? Hehe, seriously what are you upto?"

"The ususal, cracking into government servers, sucking down really nasty porn. You?"

"You should really join us! Down at the park, everybody is here."

"You know I don't do that anymore."

"Come on Rick, anybody who's cool gets high! You have to!"

"Debora! Fucking knock it off, I am SO not going back. Never!"

"Aww, what's a little pinprick gonna hurt? You know you want it..."

"I'm going to bed, goodby."

Slaming the phone down he tries to get back into the daze of programing. Turns out to be much harder than he expected. It's been several months since he's touched any of that stuff. Long enough that he doesn't crave it night and day, but not long enough to forgit how good it feels.

He sits there for about an hour trying to ignore the urge. To no avail though, the back of his mouth gets dry, his body has already started shaking. It's too late to turn back now. He heads off for the park.

Slowly he pulls up, then just sits in his car. Unsure if this is really a good idea. Throwing caution to the wind he heads over to the group. Anything has to be better than the pain in his body right now. Even if it does mean getting high. After a bit more thought it's decided that it may not be such a bad idea. After all, he deserves it.

Jackie notices Rick out of the corer of her eye. For no apparent reason she runs up to him and gives him a hug. "Hey lover boy, we've missed you!"

"Uhh, ok. Where's the stash?"

"First the money, One hundred."

Rick takes out his wallet. Having a job has it's bennifets. After handing over the cash Jackie runs her hand slowly down his chest. Stoping briefly at his navel before depositing a small package in his pocket.

"Thanks, these needles clean?"

Sounding slightly offended she says "Hon, I ain't no two bit dealer. I'm the real thing! O' course they are clean."

"Thanks" Rick tries to mumble. It's very hard for him to talk, his desire is far too strong. Barely able to control himself he opens up the package.

Quickly he removes a needle, spood and a small jar of fluid. His mouth is watering. With hands shaking he deopsits the fluid into the spoon. Carefully he heats it with a lighter. After depositing the tip of the needle into the hot fluid he pulls the plunger.

The shaking becomes uncontrolable, he has to have it now. Throwning the spoon down he takes a small bit of rope from his pocket. Quickly tieng it around his left arm he begins to pump. Putting as much blood in the arm as possible. Then he inserts the needle.

Pushing the plunger in once, then pulling it back out he watches the blood mix with the brown liquid. Pumping the needle one last time he watches the mix flow back into his system. Finaly he removes the rope.

His body explodes with pleasure. Floating in his own little world he lays down. Floating up farther and farther. Through the clouds he can see god. His mind clears from all thought, all pain is gone. Nothing in the world could bring him down.

That is till he comes down. The wakes him up. Slowly he looks around just to realize he's spent the night sleeping in his own puke. Ignoring the major headache he checks his watch. "FUCK!" he yells over, and over again.

He's lost yet another good job.

EOF