Dec 5
Everything's been smoothed over. I sort of know another Troubleshooter who goes by the name of Mouseman. I don't know why, but Troubleshooters have a tendency to have handles. I used to have one that Todd gave me, but it's such a silly name, and I'm too embarrassed to admit what it is. Anyway, Mouseman gave me a phone number, said this guy could help me out for the right price. I don't know Mouseman very well, so I wasn't sure I could trust him, but I was kinda desperate. So I called the number and left the message he told me to leave.Whoever the guy is, he's fucking weird. His voice mail recording: "You've reached the office of Dr. Recto y Cabeza, specialist in cranial-rectal separation. Please leave a message, and the doctor will return your call as soon as possible."
Weird as he is, he spoke like he swallowed a thunderstorm: his voice was deep and sexy enough to send chills up my spine.
Where was I? Oh, yeah. His name's Eight Bit, and apparently he's the best computer cracker around. He called back a few minutes later. It was a bit unnerving when he started naming off my account numbers, my address, and practically every bit of personal information available about me. He even knew what I looked like.
But, and this is the most important part, he agreed to clean up after me. His fee was a bit steep, but it's better than the alternative. He even gave me a code of my own to use if I needed to call him again. I suspect we'll be working together again.
1 Comments:
"like he swallowed a thunderstorm: his voice was deep and sexy enough to send chills up my spine."
I like that. We'll definitely do business again in the future (or anything else you might want to do.)
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