Before moving forward, I am not here to point out, call out anyone. This is a reference to spiders in a bunch of findings as a cautionary tale. I am not trying to intentionally do any type of harm so moving forward.

DMX said at one point, trust everyone to be themselves, but also trust that you can see them well.

There was this documentary series on YouTube called *Soft White Underbelly*. This is a documentary series based on people who are struggling with addiction and other difficult circumstances. A lot of their documentaries take place near, if not directly on, Skid Row in California.

In the last few months, a *Soft White Underbelly* documentary about a hacker appeared as a recommendation. At first, I thought it was some type of AI-generated content, but no.

It was a hacker documentary, and a very weird one too.

It was sloppy, all over the place, and I had a hard time following it.

What caught my eye was the discussion about the H/HU cards because I used to hack the football cards back then, and it all started on EFnet in the DTV channel.

I figured out how to update the card when the keys got scrambled. I just had to update and hex-edit the new keys until it became a problem. Eventually, I had to reach out to another friend locally at the time to get one that could last a month.

I thought I heard somewhere that they spoke on this podcast about how they had even cracked the P4 cards. At the time, they were considered uncrackable, but eventually a new solution appeared, and it was FTA boxes, or free-to-air boxes.

These boxes needed a JTAG, and you could apply the Dish Network keys to them. This worked great until Dish and DirecTV changed their systems. It was stupid easy to update the FTA boxes, and it would only take every few months for a new key to be needed.

A lot of these claims felt like bits and pieces of other stories taken from different places.

Now, when you hear “Gummo,” what do you hear?
For me, it’s a movie called *Gummo*, a gross but brilliant indie film.

Then recently, I was recommended the second follow-up documentary, and it clicked: Gummoxxx on X was Gummo, a retired black-hat hacker allegedly.
What caught my attention was that they had recently interviewed an X troll named Liam Nissan like the car. Now, I had been following Liam for a while. He’s a brilliant troll, and I love his content and his style of epic trolling.

Gummo, or Kate, threw me off because the interview didn’t seem as professional as one would expect.
I mean, Kate is interviewing a troll. It was cool and different, though.

After watching the follow-up documentary on Gummo, I decided I wanted to know more.
So I started doing some Google-fu, no AI and found a Reddit post from someone who had the same suspicious feeling I did. They had found more information, old aliases, and so on.
I’m not here to dox anyone or give out their information.

There was one thing that really got me. It was a post on what is now a dead website that contained a lot of mixed information. One claim was that someone had been an instructor under another alias, which I eventually found out was completely false.

There were also claims about being professional members of HOPE and the CCC, as well as long-time members of the Phrozen Crew and the Cult of the Dead Cow.

I almost opened a DM to Medus4 to confirm whether this was true or fake.
I decided not to, What’s the point?

So, if all of these claims are false, then so is the documentary.
Sadly, what addiction was in this documentary?
So what is real?

Kate’s poorly named YouTube channel contains Bitcoin-mining operations. I can only speculate that they mined a lot, but most definitely not as much as they claimed on the follow-up documentary.

Overall, My Conclusion
After trying to figure all of this out, my impression is that the Never Rain podcast sounds like a big hacker fanboy—or fangirl—project that was made by rich stoners.
I’m not saying my shit is even better.
But I don’t go off topic and into endless tangents, and I obviously don’t just reshare DEF CON talks without some type of commentary. Not once have I ever done that since I’ve been going to DEF CON, starting with DC7.

Advertising as hackers(dot)XXX is bad for business. There’s a good chance that a .XXX domain will be flagged or filtered as a porn site. Now, with a lot of “red states” blocking porn sites, and countries that outright ban pornography, that can create a problem for your audience.

Universities already block anything with .XXX and whatever follows it. If you really are this professor that your past self claims to be, you should already know this.
Learning Joomla is cool, but understanding that Joomla can also become a giant security issue is another thing entirely, especially if you don’t keep up to date on the vulnerabilities.
From experience, hosting forums these days is a full-time job and can be easily flooded with AI advertising bots especially how easy it was to create a quick account.

If I had a base like you have, I would pivot. I would understand that sometimes you have to kill your own pride, sit down, and clean things up.
I would also pivot away from the stoner podcast and focus more on teaching and learning real hacker culture instead of borrowing it to sound bigger than it is. But hey that is me.

I became an unsung hero.
I stole credit cards and bought myself cool shit, like a ruby-red iMac and shit back then.
I took over an ISP because I was in packet wars with Skrilla on DALnet aka Ruben C. from Tyler, Texas.
I’ve built a drone army, and even back then, I felt like a god.

I used to be a top site for Razr1911 before they got popped during Operation Buccaneer. Then I got sick with cancer as it advanced.

I was basically living at the ISP at the time, and I had unmetered bandwidth through a T3 that I had figured out how to get working myself. I taught myself Cisco because I needed to understand the network from the inside out. I had to figure out how the VLANs were routed, where the bandwidth limits were being enforced, and how to change them without anyone noticing. This was before Google was around to simply look up the answer, so I had to learn the system myself, piece by piece, by figuring out how everything worked.

Avec, aka Stacy, used to hang out on DALnet in AppzNGamez, where I met them. I was also in SleepyHollow, hosted by Dspril, aka MercuryC. RIP, homie. Where Avec also hang out in.
USA, or Ultimate Sanity in Anarchy, also known as JD, gave me AnarchyRulesDOTCom before he stepped away from WDC, WarezDOTCom. But I lost it because of my battle with cancer.
It wasn’t until a few years ago that I was even able to recover the site, I was hacking with Jaynus from gH, Global Helll
I gave BNCs to YTcracker back on r00tabega on EFnet. I hosted my own IRC networks with DugNet, Digital Underground, with sniper-, downkaos, and skream9 when he hosted PrankNet.

Pimpshiz was a crazy hacker. Fun as fuck to play games with, but we also helped each other out when it was necessary and shit.
I also became a part of the Smoked crew. I was too afraid of getting popped by the feds, so I did what I could to keep my handle out of it.

But they still shouted me out. I live forever in Attrition and in random defaced websites because of that.
That’s the difference

I don’t have to create a hacker past, not saying they didn’t have one.
I don’t have to borrow somebody else’s stories, but also not saying they actually borrowed someone else life.
I don’t have to make myself sound like something I wasn’t, but then again I wasn’t there to see who they where. Maybe they where Zerocool and shit.
in the end I was there, I lived it.

Refferences:

• https://www.reddit.com/r/hacking/comments/oytu7z/comment/k19k1nd/?context=3
• https://web.archive.org/web/20150214102158/http://keason-tanner.com/about.html
• Video 1
• Video 2

 

Well, I got some good news and I hope it works out well. I can’t sleep so I might as well blog my feelings today.

Today, it was weird because at one point my dad got angry at my almost 80 year old uncle with a bad heart.  It really pissed me off as I had to aggressively leave before I say something, I really want to so badly hire someone who can be his care giver, but I can barely afford to live as it is now, I can’t take care of my uncle because If I do I can’t work and if I can’t work I will lose everything.

So I am hoping this new deal hits and I will return as a Chief Technology Officer / Chief Information Security Officer again.  First time was with the ISP, second time was with Redmond Computers.

If this works out with in the year or two I’ll be moving to Oregon finally and be a remote CTO and fun my life as a CISO in Central Oregon.  I am excited as this is something I wanted maybe not in the industry, but still promising into a multi-million dollar industry and they asked me to be their CTO.  If it works out, I’ll be buying out my current house and setting it up for them to take it (my current fam) and I leave them all behind and go back to where I wanted / need to be in Central Oregon.  No partners this time, no one to hold me against my will or threaten to kill me or jail me under false pretenses.

Vegas Drift is falling apart, it might be the end due to greed not on their part but the venue and with no other venues left, vegas drift might be done for.

Another call for me that this is my end in Vegas for sure. So yes,  I’ll help this business grow as my investment, and finally I get to grow mine.

So, if there is anything if you read this and is religious, please do your praying to your god, I’m an atheist I don’t pray. But I can really use this as this will heal 26 years of trauma and pain.

Link to my books this is going to be the final chapter a closing to it a quick sneak preview only 1 part of that chapter below. -> https://vegashackware.com/book-shelf/

-=[ Vegas Hackware’s The Manifesto ]=-

-=[ The Tale of the Lone Warrior]=-

I am a cancer survivor.

I survived when I was never supposed to.

I have a story to tell, yet there were times when I was denied the opportunity to tell it. I wanted to inspire people, but I was ghosted, ignored, and pushed aside. Still, I kept writing.

Because this story belongs to me.

When I was young, I became a thief. I became a pirate because I needed to survive. I stole identities because I needed to eat. I learned the ways of the pirate not because I wanted to be against the world, but because the world had already put a price on the door and told me I could not enter.

Software was expensive.

Knowledge was expensive.

Opportunity was expensive.

Poverty was the gatekeeper.

So I broke the gate.

Piracy was not my destination. It was my education. It was how I learned to navigate a world that had already decided I didn’t belong in it.

Then I became a hacker.

Yes, I hacked a local Internet service.

I did not do it for money.

I did it because there was a hacker war happening, and I wanted to defend my hometown. I did it because I wanted the recognition. I did it because I wanted a job. I did it because I wanted to prove that I was capable of something greater than the life I had been given.

Eventually, I worked for that Internet service provider.

And there I learned another lesson.

I was lied to.

I was exploited.

I was mentally and verbally abused.

For years, the owner of that company had power over my life. I gave him my knowledge, my loyalty, and my labor, and in return I learned what it meant to be owned by someone who saw my talent as something to exploit.

Eventually, I broke free.

But I took something with me.

Knowledge.

I learned networks.

I learned servers.

I learned security.

I learned administration.

I learned how businesses worked from the inside.

And I learned something else:

Knowledge can build a life.

But knowledge can also destroy one.

Working for criminals taught me how criminals think. It taught me how systems could be abused. It taught me how power could be taken from the hands of those who controlled it.

I could have used that knowledge for revenge.

Sometimes I wanted to.

But I didn’t.

I didn’t want to become the criminal they believed I was.

I wanted to become successful.

I wanted a story.

I wanted to be recognized.

I wanted to help good people do good things.

So I tried to leave the criminal world behind.

Again, the world had other plans.

I found myself trapped in another situation where trust became a weapon. I was lied to, manipulated, and exploited again. A man I trusted eventually attempted to kill me, destroy my career, and take away everything I had built.

I escaped.

But escaping came with a price.

I became homeless.

I lost almost everything.

And once again, I found myself at the beginning.

Full circle.

I climbed the corporate ladder again.

And then I found another bad apple.

Another person who saw my potential.

Another person who saw how good I really was.

And once again, my abilities became someone else’s opportunity for power.

That is the pattern of my life.

Someone sees the talent.

Someone sees the hacker.

Someone sees what I can do.

And someone tries to own it.

But they never understood the one thing I learned long ago:

You cannot own the mind of a lone warrior.

I did not become a hacker simply because I was curious.

I did not become a hacker because it was fun.

I became a hacker because I was surrounded by drugs, gangs, poverty, and abuse.

While my parents were looking for their next fix, I was looking for the next technology.

While the people around me were trying to escape their reality, I was building another one.

Technology became my escape.

Curiosity became my weapon.

Knowledge became my freedom.

I had a good heart.

I wanted to do something good with the world I had been given.

So I became a hacker.

And I kept learning.

I was born poor.

I have lived in the streets and neighborhoods of Las Vegas and North Las Vegas. I have known what it means to have nothing. I have known what it means to be looked down upon by people who were born with opportunities I had to steal from the world just to discover.

To the rich, I was a villain.

To the system, I was a problem.

To the criminals, I was useful.

To the corporations, I was another resource.

But to myself, I was simply trying to survive.

My greatest crime was curiosity.

My second was refusing to accept the life I was handed.

Every law I broke, every boundary I crossed, every system I dismantled began with the same question:

Why?

Why can’t I?

Why can’t I learn?

Why can’t I build?

Why can’t I become something more?

Why must poverty be a life sentence?

I broke chains because I wanted to become better.

And even when the world rejected me, I kept trying to do good.

I became a hacker who understood both sides of the war.

I knew how criminals thought because I had been one.

I knew how defenders thought because I had become one.

I learned the darkness so I could recognize it.

I learned the weapons so I could understand the war.

And I learned that knowledge is a key to power.

The knowledge I have gained over the years has made me dangerous.

But being dangerous is not the same as being evil.

I am not the villain in this story.

I am the person who survived it.

Perhaps I am something like a dark Jedi, wielding both sides of the Force.

I know the light.

I know the darkness.

I have walked through both.

And I choose what I do with the knowledge I carry.

So yes.

I am a hacker.

I am a survivor.

I am a pirate.

I am an anti-hero.

I am the product of poverty, curiosity, technology, betrayal, survival, and the refusal to surrender.

I was never a Kevin Mitnick, Nor was I a Kevin Poulsen.

I don’t need to be.

I am me.

The Wondering Raven.

Kallador.

The Lone Warrior.

My story has been told.

And if I die tomorrow, they cannot erase it.

They cannot erase the years.

They cannot erase the battles.

They cannot erase the knowledge.

They cannot erase the girl who looked at a world that told her she was nothing and decided to become something anyway.

I was not famous because I wanted to be better than everyone else.

I wanted to be remembered because I wanted proof that someone like me could exist.

An unsung anti-hero.

A hacker who learned from criminals but refused to remain one.

A warrior who survived the war.

A woman who refused to let poverty define her.

A mind that could not stop asking questions.

Perhaps that was my greatest crime.

Not theft.

Not piracy.

Not hacking.

Knowledge.

Curiosity.

The refusal to accept the chains placed around me.

And the audacity to believe I could break them.

That is my story.

That is my truth.

That is my legacy.

I am The Wondering Raven.

I am Kallador.

I am The Lone Warrior.

And this is my Manifesto.

As simple as they say, I just simply can’t keep doing this.

Last friday night,I was leaving work a bit early and driving home.

I am in tears because I am having a flood of emotions come in, so much of traumic pain flooding through my thoughts with a mental exhausting of I am really tired of this.

I am tired, burned out.

I am 46, my mom passed away at59, and her mom at the same age and I keep telling myself that I am just too tired, I am also deathy afraid.

I’ve lost alot of my life from cancer battle to the whole traumatic experience lead by Marty.

I know I can’t keep doing this, I want to scream this so badly.

I may have 10 years on this planet left maybe more depending on the luck of the draw, I am barely holdong on.

So many thoughts of sadness, fear and… it keeps piling on.

If only, I had career growth again…

If only I had a friend I could get help on a rapid growth in a career field.

Hey look, it is a saturday morning,

so I woke up… I was in deep tears of as if I had a lucid nightmare of a dream.

In this dream I was experiencing a life that I was reliving my child hood… but wait this wasn’t my child hood. It was more advanced, perhaps it was a subconscience reflection of what I did want growing up?

I don’t recall but in the dream I was crying badly and I woke up that way.

Maybe it wasn’t a nightmare.

Today I have been masking my pain, but it was starting to sleep as I was trying to focus on getting some responsibilities done.

I needed to fix the virtual machine, touch grass on conan, and focus on my car.

Wait, my turbo kit shown up… it’s here!

I am way far behind on my bucket list, I wished I had help as I am burned out and feeling well over welmed.

I miss Oregon so badly, it is also hurting me today too. I want to go back so bad as it has been 16 years now.

If, Only if Mister McGee didn’t attempt to kill me and ruin my career reputation. I would be there still, living a better life.

If only I knew before hand that he was nothing more than a con artist and a pshycotic human being…. I would still be there.

So many thoughts, so much I need over wants right now, so much pain, so much suffering, so much fear.

No one is there to give me that hug and tell me it’s ok,  no one to lift that wrench and help me get my goals achieved.  No one to give me that chance to greatness.

“The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. It’s a very mean and nasty place, and I don’t care how tough you are, it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain’t about how hard you hit. It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward; how much you can take and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done! Now if you know what you’re worth, then go out and get what you’re worth, but you gotta be willing to take the hits, and not pointing fingers saying you ain’t where you wanna be because of him, or her, or anybody. Cowards do that and that ain’t you! You’re better than that!” -Rocky Balboa

Hello there,

Did I reach my goal for 2025?

In some what not all the way, my ultimate goal is yo move back to Central Oregon where I was forced out. But some things did happen like some debt was cleared, focus on my own cars to be ready for the move back north has began, I still have 1 more car to get opperational.

My ultimate goal for 2026 is to move north back to central oregon.

My TougeSW isn’t sucessfull at all, it’s been on a standstill for a while but it is more of a vlog than anything else. But if I end back up to the PNW it will revert to TougeNW.

Reason I want to go back so badly is that PNW felt more of home than Vegas ever had, the Vegas Heat has been devistating to me, and it feels and has always felt like a prison in Vegas. The people are extremely ungreatful and it’s only growing bigger. Vegas is never for me, I may have been born and rasied here just this isn’t my town I just simply don’t belong here.

in 2026 I am looking to expand and looking for opporunities still to move back to central oregon. Ontop of that I am looking to start my “Slide America” tour with my drift car, release of my second book detailing the whole lvnet network of what I’ve shaped when I was there and a potential concept release of a game I’ve been working on when I am bored at times.

So I am reworking the network, it’s been a bit since I’ve done so. Lots of changes and lots of reworking.

• Discord has been purged and rebooted
• Currently reworking the current design of this site
• Stream stays the same just will Inherit a new design
• Main focus is TougeSW right now, Vegas Hackware is my side hustle and book and is working on a second book as we speak
• Clothing store front is also coming slowly.