opti
First Blood Expert
2
MONTHS
2 2 MONTHS OF SERVICE
LEVEL 1
300 XP
How does one born amidst the grime of humanity claw and maim his self out of the gutter into the light without ever catching a bullet or a conviction? especially a black male in Americas just and ideal penal system running rampant. a mother who would serve this young child up on a platter for the degenerate to live out whatever sordid violence he or she saw fir for a hit of that shit.....what tenacity it would take to maintain such a viral and steadfast does of integrity to live to a tempo that was of his own. when he was labeled to niggerish by his grandmother which was her validity for leaving him for the vultures, as she raised her 2 older and much righter whiter siblings, he had no choice but to be creative in his quest to survive. from very early on his hustle was real. never relenting he took on any task that would prevent his starvation, all but one... He would never beg or plead for anything, even when dizzy and faint from lack of food. And so the story was written, this child born into an abyss of despair would trudge on through the pain and at times would be a breath shy of suicide. however much like a mutt starving for love, he would not relent. from stolen car batteries to door to door meat sales he would build the foundation that would be the ethic. from that first stereo he dismantled then rebuilt at 4 to modding gaming machines and pushing tin for the USN he would strengthen his grey putty . these would come to be the life force of a man yet realized.
I never wanted to live in downtown. it was far from ideal for me. I disliked greatly the whole night life and the vibe was cheap and bland. However the fact was we needed a home and soon. our last place crumbled due to a coke roach for a roommate and our options were slim... high rents low wages... fml... so here i was looking out the window of this "studio" a room with a nice view.. however no toilet, no stove , just a fridge and a sink.. we would make it work. ive been in tighter spots. so keys in hand, what the fuck was that???? ROACHES.... FML>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I hate bugs... like Indiana Jones with snakes, it would be over a week before i would move my shit in... in that time span we both were jobless... rent due in less than 2 weeks... we gazed out our window and behold.. our solution 2 fold.. a dark comedy brewing in my brain and money... what could go wrong.. I would never truly appreciate the sheer magnitude of that moment until much later. I am a man who has always prided myself on a job well done. My word is my wealth. I may hate the job, but if I took on the task, I would see it through to completion. So thats what i did, and continued to do long beyond what any normal person would have.
in the final 3 moths of that year, I would have charged and nested over 7 thousand scooters. I would also come to be loathed by many and respected by more. at least twice a week i would be threatened and a few times attacked... i can hardly believe the shit i would endure but it happened... i would watch my love fly away only to be told to go to rehab or cut out her family. i would be fired for bullshit and snake my way back in..(which was the beginning of the end) by my next birthday, nine months after moving downtown, i would come to hate so much and live a life of constant anger. my partner would turn on me, and take what essentially was our million dollar ticket and burn it to the ground. I would find myself fired yet again, and all the while i was being gang stalked by my most loathed and hated enemy, Wheels> by the end of our first year we would be evicted. Despite everything burning around me, and though i turned to piracy, I maintained a level of integrity. coming close to losing myself, I clung to that life vest for all it was worth. My knack for reverse engineering and my former career as a systems engineer would prove pivotal in the evolution of the scooter industry. the knowledge i bestowed on once trusted persons would wipe out thousands and in the end cost me my home.... a home i once accepted with trepidation, and nearly that last of me.. these final few months leading to our eviction would prove too much and so from the pain relived and burning thrust of betrayal into my soul, kapt kraken, skut pirate extraordinaire rose from those ruins to rectify the wrongs and ensure the evil doers RUUUUUUUUE the day they played a part in his dispair...... this man is lucky, along the way i met and maintained a solid connection with some i would never had thought would be a part of my tribe. as with my acceptance of the many lost souls i also had to find my roots and roll with those skill sets that once saved a young child. the grey matter, its a delicate dance. So with that I was directed her by a few of those souls, to build a foundation of knowledge that will hopefully keep my family off the streets and assist in the rebuilding of our lives. so this is what i am looking for... a way to become a modern day alchemitst with 1s and 0s i may be out of line, and fully understand the msg, dont trust, however, im hard pressed to think that there isnt someone out there whom like myself believes in breaking bread to assist in breaking bad with 2 objectives in play.... 1 staying clear of my biggest allergy(shackles) and 2 keeping my peoples safe.... so im here to learn and prosper and along the way pay it in kind. so thank you for providing a place of possibilities...
my immediate interests are IOS, FRP, and cracking... hardware mods, ie nfc, RFID, badusb, as well as re-purposing shit like tomtoms and fucked off laptops....
btw, it would be super kool, if this counted for xtra credit perhaps towards the 20 post rule... I will be adding to this along the way.... unless of course its met with utter disdain and i am banned before my feet hit the floor....
thanks...
I never wanted to live in downtown. it was far from ideal for me. I disliked greatly the whole night life and the vibe was cheap and bland. However the fact was we needed a home and soon. our last place crumbled due to a coke roach for a roommate and our options were slim... high rents low wages... fml... so here i was looking out the window of this "studio" a room with a nice view.. however no toilet, no stove , just a fridge and a sink.. we would make it work. ive been in tighter spots. so keys in hand, what the fuck was that???? ROACHES.... FML>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I hate bugs... like Indiana Jones with snakes, it would be over a week before i would move my shit in... in that time span we both were jobless... rent due in less than 2 weeks... we gazed out our window and behold.. our solution 2 fold.. a dark comedy brewing in my brain and money... what could go wrong.. I would never truly appreciate the sheer magnitude of that moment until much later. I am a man who has always prided myself on a job well done. My word is my wealth. I may hate the job, but if I took on the task, I would see it through to completion. So thats what i did, and continued to do long beyond what any normal person would have.
in the final 3 moths of that year, I would have charged and nested over 7 thousand scooters. I would also come to be loathed by many and respected by more. at least twice a week i would be threatened and a few times attacked... i can hardly believe the shit i would endure but it happened... i would watch my love fly away only to be told to go to rehab or cut out her family. i would be fired for bullshit and snake my way back in..(which was the beginning of the end) by my next birthday, nine months after moving downtown, i would come to hate so much and live a life of constant anger. my partner would turn on me, and take what essentially was our million dollar ticket and burn it to the ground. I would find myself fired yet again, and all the while i was being gang stalked by my most loathed and hated enemy, Wheels> by the end of our first year we would be evicted. Despite everything burning around me, and though i turned to piracy, I maintained a level of integrity. coming close to losing myself, I clung to that life vest for all it was worth. My knack for reverse engineering and my former career as a systems engineer would prove pivotal in the evolution of the scooter industry. the knowledge i bestowed on once trusted persons would wipe out thousands and in the end cost me my home.... a home i once accepted with trepidation, and nearly that last of me.. these final few months leading to our eviction would prove too much and so from the pain relived and burning thrust of betrayal into my soul, kapt kraken, skut pirate extraordinaire rose from those ruins to rectify the wrongs and ensure the evil doers RUUUUUUUUE the day they played a part in his dispair...... this man is lucky, along the way i met and maintained a solid connection with some i would never had thought would be a part of my tribe. as with my acceptance of the many lost souls i also had to find my roots and roll with those skill sets that once saved a young child. the grey matter, its a delicate dance. So with that I was directed her by a few of those souls, to build a foundation of knowledge that will hopefully keep my family off the streets and assist in the rebuilding of our lives. so this is what i am looking for... a way to become a modern day alchemitst with 1s and 0s i may be out of line, and fully understand the msg, dont trust, however, im hard pressed to think that there isnt someone out there whom like myself believes in breaking bread to assist in breaking bad with 2 objectives in play.... 1 staying clear of my biggest allergy(shackles) and 2 keeping my peoples safe.... so im here to learn and prosper and along the way pay it in kind. so thank you for providing a place of possibilities...
my immediate interests are IOS, FRP, and cracking... hardware mods, ie nfc, RFID, badusb, as well as re-purposing shit like tomtoms and fucked off laptops....
btw, it would be super kool, if this counted for xtra credit perhaps towards the 20 post rule... I will be adding to this along the way.... unless of course its met with utter disdain and i am banned before my feet hit the floor....
thanks...