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Underground eXperts United
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[ Criminal Me ] [ By Phearless ]
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Criminal me
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Eat My Confessions
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Part I of ??
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by Phearless
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for uXu in May/June, 1992
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Revealed... My
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+*+*+*+*+ intro *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+
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+*+.+.+.+ most horrible sensation .+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+*+
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+*+.+.+.+ first vehicle theft .+-+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+*+
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+*+.+.+.+ first house-burglary +-+-+-+-+-+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+*+
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+*+.+.+.+ first military-related burglary -+-+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+*+
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+*+.+.+.+ first odd competition I took part of +.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+*+
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+*+.+.+.+ first pyromaniac deed -+-+-+-+-+-+-+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+*+
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+*+.+.+.+ first (and only) fuck-the-place-up break-in .+.+.+.+.+.+*+
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+*+.+.+.+ first trick-a-chic +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+.+.+.+.+.+.+*+
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+*+.+.+.+ first computer experience .+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+*+
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+*+.+.+.+ first modem -+-+-+-+-+-+-+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+*+
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+*+.+.+.+ first 'hack' +-+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+*+
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+*+.+.+.+ first girlfriend +.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+*+
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+*+*+*+*+ first explosive *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+
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Intro
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I've been doing quite a lot of strange things in my life. I still do from
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time to time. Why? Because it's fun, and a good change from the dull
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everyday life.
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I currently work for one of Sweden's biggest companies within it's
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business, still it is not very well known (for the public), due to the
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fact we only sell our products to other companies. Why do I tell you this?
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I'll tell you. In this world, you have got to have a job. If for nothing
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else than making money, then just because you need something to say when
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people ask you what you do (read: when the judge ask you what you do for a
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living). I'm proud to say that if I had the money, I would not be working
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at all. That is, not working with anything that pay off anyhow. Really, I
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hate my job. Hate having people telling me Do this, Do that. But, as
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someone said; 'There's nothing you won't do for money'. (Almost true, but
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you get my point.)
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At home I got my BBS running, or should I say "my BBS project", since it's
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a product of my own actually. The idea was to keep in touch with friends,
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mainly here in Sweden, but from other countries also... (Though the number
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of calls dramatically decreased after I was "forced" to disable the
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CallBack service for foreigners... Due to some legal problems, along with
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the media covering some things we decided to tell the public (which I now
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regret, not deeply, but I still regret it)) I even for a short while
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disabled CallBack for swedes. By the way, my board is the ONLY
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non-commercial BBS in the whole world to have a CallBack service! And it's
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very cheap to use it!
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Whoops, almost forgot the subject there... Yeah, what I meant with this,
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was that I usually don't do what everybody else does, or what they should
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have done. An ordinary person (ok EXCUSE ME FELLAS) would just have set up
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a BBS running on some existing board program. But that's just too simple
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for me, along with some other reasons (yeah)... "Make a BBS program
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myself? Why not?" I thought...
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Ok, it didn't just pop up there from nowhere, I had (and still is) been
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developing this program for quite some time with a friend of mine, (living
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approx 200-250 kilometers from here) and all exchange of programs and ideas
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was done over the phone. And when it struck me "An own BBS... *sigh*" I
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installed a new phone line (approx $260 ARGH), and made the program accept
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more than some standard accounts (mine and my friend's), and allow new
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users to register. Aaaahhhh...
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I think I lost the subject again. Is this a BBS promotion or an
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informative textfile about my inner thoughts and wonderings? (Both,
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actually). After these n number of bytes I can't tell... What I meant to
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write in here was about all the crazy and strange things I've been doing in
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my n year old life. And if it isn't neither (to you...) then just because
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it's what I can look back upon... Ok, we're back to the subject. To make
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it easier for me and you, I'll just line'em up right here.
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Things worth remembering... My
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Most horrible sensation (and the very first too) :
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When I got mad at an older "tyrant" at the playground, I filled a big
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plastic bag with big rocks, and yelled "bad names" at him when I was on
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the other side of a big play-house, when he came running after me, I
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climbed up on the roof of this play-house and waited for him... Swiiiish,
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and I threw that bag as hard as I could at his head, holding the bag at
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it's handles! I couldn't have been more than five or six years old when
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this happened, since I hadn't started school yet. Without looking if the
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bag hit him or not, I ran home as fast as I ever could, and didn't come
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out until next day... and the "tyrant" was gone... actually, I never saw
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him again. Many years later, I met "the tyrants" little brother and asked
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him where his brother was, and he told me he was at school. So I guess
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the rocks only made him some good. I actually never realized what I had
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done until a year afterwards I think... I only knew I was scared, but I
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don't know what the reason was, since I was actually glad the "tyrant" was
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gone. Probably more worried about what would happen to me than what had
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happened to him.
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First vehicle theft...
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I was with this gang and stole a Suzuki moped from a basement when I was
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about 10 years old. We practiced some driving, but I never made it, since
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I always seemed to fall on the side, scrubbing my knees. It all ended
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when we threw the moped in to some bushes near the place we took it from.
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First house-burglary...
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Found the key to my "guardian"'s (a person that takes care of the kids
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when your real parents are at work) house, which I gave to two of my
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friends and told them to steal everything they could, or else wreck the
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place. This was when I was about 11 years old. My "guardian" suspected
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me of the crime, but I sure had an alibi, and I was only happy to see that
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bitch in vain. (Tough-luck note: After 10 years, it can't be tried in
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court, suckers!)
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First military-related burglary...
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Broke in to a military surplus when I was about 12 years old, my partner-
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in-crime told his father, who immediately told the cops. One
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interrogation at the police station but no charges at all. We had carried
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away about 200 kilo's of ammunition (according to the cops), dozens of
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medals, fuses, knives and other shit. My "pal" happily told the cops
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where we had hidden Everything. He even showed them things they didn't
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even know was missing! (And yes, I do not even look at his direction if
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I, by mistake, should spot him - even today, more than 9 years later, and
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why should I? That lard-ass bastard.)
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First odd competition I took part of...
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I "Competed" with a friend in mountain climbing for about a year and a
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half, both during summer and winter time. The highest, and most
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"dangerous" cliff had a 88-90 degree, 17 metre wall, which was a bitch to
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climb, both up and down (our "equipment" was a rope and gloves) but it was
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possible. This was when I was about 14-15. I think we were equally
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skilled in this.
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First pyromaniac deed...
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I accidentally(? I'm not sure) set fire to a big mattress outdoors, at some
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big garage. Wow, you should have seen those flames! Anyway, my
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"guardian" (yes, the same as I mentioned before) saw it all and came out
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and pulled my ear...
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First (and only) fuck-the-place-up break-in...
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A friend and I had spotted this nice old day-home for kids, and we thought
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it would be worth paying it a visit. And so we did. One evening we
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scraped off the stuff that kept the glass in the window in place (smashing
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it would have awakened the neighbors), and bent the nails that were
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hidden in it. We entered, nicked their stereo, but there was nothing else
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we would need. So, after hiding the stereo in some bushes outside, we got
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in again, this time we raided their cupboards, taking some bites out of
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everything that looked tasty, such as cookies, ice-cream and candy. When
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we got bored we found a bunch of bottles of melassis. 'Hehe' was our one
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and only thought... We took some bottles each and totally covered the
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place in melassis (and ice cream). After making this nice little mess we
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ran off in top speed (me carrying that big stereo). I must have been 5 or
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6 years old then(!!)... Because I remember I was still going to some
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pre-school thing. Now that's innocent kids for you.
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First trick-a-chic...
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That is, if you can call a 6-year old a 'chic'... Anyway, I was about 7
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when me and my brother was playing at my grandmother's house, and we saw a
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girl playing all by herself on the other side of the road. So we went
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over to her and we started playing as kids always do, playing with cars,
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making cities and roads in the sand etc. Then after a while I thought we
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should go into the woods and play there instead. After a while I said
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'why not play with our clothes off'... said and done. 'Can you start?' I
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asked her, and she stripped without hesitating. When she was standing
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there, all naked, me and my brother walked over to her, and began
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'touching' her in various places. Then about 20 seconds later our father
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showed up, said some well chosen words and then dragged me and my brother
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back into the house. I don't think we ever saw her again...
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First computer experience...
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I was in (swedish) 7th grade when a friend told me, as we were passing by
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a large building, that there was a computer club right there. 'So what?'
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I replied... but anyhow, some minutes later I was in the house, watching
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some guys playing games on (I later found out) C128's. 'Hey this looks
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fun'... and not many seconds later I was fighting and kicking against my
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friend in a game called 'Exploding Fist'... about half a year later, I
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got a C64 from my parents. I was in heaven. Haha... I must tell you
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about the time we loaded the first game after we got the computer. After
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the game had loaded for hours (it seemed to me, at least), and my brother
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was going to plug in the joystick... and accidentally hit the power
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switch... hahha... What a sight. (I didn't laugh back then though.)
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First modem...
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...which I had to buy with my own money! My parents refused to support me
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with money to such a devilish item (even back then! hehe). However, I
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got it to work, after getting almost ripped-off by the modem-dealer
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($400!) and it didn't work properly! Had to send it back, and it took
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them three months to send it back. Once I got started, I totally
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overloaded our local switch with calls to boards all over the country. I
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had entered a totally different world I thought (and did not know how
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right I was).
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First 'hack'...
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Boy oh boy... how could I forget... I managed to 'hack' the password for
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privileged mode on a university DEC server. Oh boy how funny things was...
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creating services with funny names, password-protecting already existing
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ones etc etc... hehe. When they changed the SET PRIV password, I managed
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to hack it again! (And I repeated above described foolishness once
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again...) I got more discrete later on in life... (thought you wanted to
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know).
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First girlfriend...
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*Ahem* I won't go in to this subject deeper than saying it was worth the
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experience, and I think I got her to thank for the most wonderful days
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(yes, DAYs, you'll know why in a few) during my puberty. The 'bad' part
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was that I was the only one of us two enjoying it. Bet she still thinks
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she's supposed to do anything her boyfriend tells her to. hehe(?). No, I
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guess I feel sorry for her, really. Or should I? She was the one who
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broke up...
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First explosive...
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...was, not counting when I was putting tape around commercial fire
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crackers, was pretty late in life. No wonder I thought there was
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something missing all the time. I just poured the black powder out of a
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bunch of rockets and fire crackers in a big tube (pipe), wrapped it up in
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plastic tape, and blew metal cans to tiny pieces. (Standard fire crackers
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just made them jump a couple of metres).
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First file about things I remember...?
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Which you hopefully just finished reading. If not, you are permitted to
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slit your throat. Razors can be ordered through uXu Razor Service.
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Quote off Condemned Reality;
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"There is no thing as BAD HEAD... only NO HEAD."
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Sedes Diaboli
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+46-________/24hrs/V.21/V.22/V.22bis/V.32/V.32bis/MNP2-5/V.42/V.42bis
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CALLBACK SERVICE GODDAMN IT
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Decent message sub coming up...
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