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I walk out my door and lock it behind me.  I head down the stairs, avoiding the vomit, crack vials and the bum that has taken up permanent residence in the stairwel at ground level.  As I step over, he groans and holds out his hand out of habit.  I snort and spit a snotty wad into his palm.  After the time that I told him I was broke and he assaulted me, I have taken a particular dislike for this particular waste of human flesh.

I let the front door of the building slam shut and hear another piece of glass break against the sidewalk as the shattered window slowly releases itself from the frame.  I stuff my hands in my pockets and watch as my breath turns to fog and drifts out toward the street.  I look down the street and head off down the block.

As I turn the corner onto 10th, my phone rings.  “Yeah,” I say.  It’s one of my clients.  By client I mean someone I crack systems and write worms for. Read more »