No substances were involved, but when I was 16, my parents went out for the night and my buddy and I took my mom’s new Jeep Cherokee for a ride down a moderately serious fire trail near my house. It had rained and there were a few long puddles to ford, maybe axle deep at most.

Anyways we got it good and muddy and we were worried it got scratched on branches, so we took it to a 24 hour car wash, cleaned it, and everything looked great. Then while dropping off my buddy, I closed the back door and it didn’t latch all the way so I sorta hip checked it closed. The fucking thing caved in, and had a serious crease in just below the body line by the door handle. Like it was mad of cardboard.

Anyway I got in trouble and we mostly pulled the dent back, but never fully fixed it and had to hear shit about it for years after.

But they never knew that we had it on 3 wheels and possible airborne an hour or two before the door dent.

Wouldn’t he still be hovering if he’d missed the landing?

Just whichever NPR affiliate comes in clearest on a drive.

Building up massive credit card debt was always my dad’s plan at the end. But sudden heart failure got him before that.

I helped run a Kickstarter where one of our rewards was Mac and PC software on custom USB sticks.

We had a couple hubs set up and cloned the drives 20 at a time.

Actually our dog does sit that way. He looks broken when he does it too. The rest of that photo is whack though.

Of course I can’t find a good photo of it now, but if you look closely you can see it in this one.

He’s a Swedish Valhund btw, weird little dog.

Ellie dozing in the snow.

As a designer who turned into a developer, had to do minor server stuff, manage my own freelance projects and debug it all…

I quit and started working in old cars and handyman stuff. Not a Luddite, but fuck marketing, temporarily organizing pixels, and spying on users for pennies.

This guy used to live near me:

That’s how I read it too. More like a fully encrypted anonymized trackerless BitTorrent client (or even more like Hotline (a pair of sort of FTP/chat/bbs client and server apps) for the older pirates in the audience.