2:20 am: (bowl of Stoli vodka over REESE’S Peanut Butter Cups) Tor deployed… ready to roam the dark web … darting through virtual tunnels, distributing packets along a random pathway through several relays, covering my tracks so nobody can tell where my data came from or where it’s going, then erasing footprints … OK … updating my website, and rendezvousing with CCZAP.
3:18 am: (brownies cooked with JL’s DYNAMITE DESTRUCTION) Diving deeper into the web … running along unseen packets from the military, drug dealers, journalists, arms vendors, politicians, law enforcement, activists, and even normal people …. amidst the detritus of failing links, discarded servers, Cyrilic phrases, old spammer centers, and unrequited love… using hashtag directory and encrypted public key.
3:57 am: (JL infused chocolate cake, vodka and whipped cream) AHHH. Getting interesting … using passwords from CCZAP … avoiding bots, spiders, cyberthugs … through a camouflaged door, and I AM IN partially … reading unlinked sentences and fragments (sender and receiver undisclosed):
“You gotta love the Kbros.” … “Tell her to email Wild Guy ‘Time for some traffic problems in Fort Lee’. Socko to Soko. Have notified the General and Pretty Boy.” … “Gotta stomp harder on wise-ass reporters. That MK is a prick.” … “Haven’t returned the last 57 calls from KG.” … “Greatest store in NJ? no-brainer: Home Depot” … “May use that bat on her one of these days, and women’s health clinics, fuhgeddaboudit, ditto affordable housing.” … “Don’t give a damn about the Pinelands.” … “Can’t respond now; am dialing for dollars.” … “Planning my next 33 trips with Micky D.” … “Promised a ton of moolah from wealthy Americans in the UK. They want me to fix some U. S. tax problem.” … “Am trying to pull a fast one on the ironworker.”
5:29 am: (B&J ice cream, double chocolate syrup, vodka and Ambien) Am freaked … overload … time to resurface carefully leaving no trace.