It was a warm fall evening in October. The dinner for that evening was stinking ass broccoli and mashed potatoes and gravy. The heaviness of the warmth permeated the entire block with the stench of broccoli. The house was ten times worse.

Between that and a brussel sprout diet for the summer, meat was an essential longing for the tastebuds. However, a vegetarian life had been lived for ten years or more before returning to the carnivorous lifestyle. The new way of cheap lifestyle was not as worrisome as the ‘cheap lifestyle.’

No smoking, only go to work to burn gas, buy food at the dollar store. These were the abided rules in which molded my actions that summer. But why?

That was the summer that proved to myself exactly who I am. Little did I know that I had hacker hidden in my biography.

Now do not get me wrong. I am not the horrible identity stealing hacker. To be honest, I could care less how much money you have. No offense.

On this particular night, I could not sleep due to the fact that I had skipped about a week worth of medication. All I wanted was to make my 90’s Compact laptop faster. After four hours of downloading three compact discs, I got frustrated. After waiting over an hour for 90’s hip hop cd to be detected, I said, “Forget this, fuck paying someone. I can figure this out myself.” So, I started opening files in settings. Randomly. It worked until I located a file labeled bomb something or other. I clicked on that shit thinking my computer would be like the newest windows. Yeah no, that was not the case.

It asked me to download comcast files straight from the router, which I did. My computer shut down. I did not think much of it and went to bed.

At 8:00 a.m., there was a knock at the door. It was the PPD asking for me. Apparently my bomb file was just that. Beginning from my location on my cute laptop with the Betty Boop sticker on it, a virus was unleashed. Factoring in the time of the release, this virus had traveled all through the city and began entering another by the time it was caught. These actions were not intentional so I was forgiven. On one condition. The location of the last place to back up the comcast file was the stinky broccoli house. My flash drive restored the internet as well as my laptop took it out. I gladly obliged by telling then where that flash drive was. Thank the great Lord that I was in possession of it too.