. ._ .-/ ~=-._ .-~ / ____ ______ __ _ _ _ ____| ~-._ ~~/ -~|| __||_ __// || | | | | | / __/| .\~~ / . . || __| | | / ' || |__| |__ | || (__ | \ / / ~| ||____| |_| /_/|_||____|____||_| \___\| |\ \ / / |-~ ~-| \ \ / /__ The Key Pulse Newsletter __\ \ / .-~ [ Issue 26 ] ~-. \ /.-~ ~-.\ /~ ~\ The Secluded Pay Phone Adventures - Night Five Written by: Subex - sub3x@yahoo.com Well, now it's fuckin week 5 of our night out phreakin phones to death, but did this week go great? Well lets cut tha bullshit, and get down to story telling time. Ok, it was around...uuhhhh, 8:45pm when I met Cuebiz at his house hoping he could score some smokes from his old man, cuz I was fuckin shaken as hell,especially when I haven't even smelt tobacco all week. So he got 2 ciggarettes from his pops, headed out tha door with our phone book and boxes, and start heading towards tha bus stop. This night, we were gonna check tha answering machine's and voice mail's we owned the week earlier, called up couple conferences, do some scannings and I was planning on practicing my social engineering skills. So I was like,"Fuck Yeah, this night is gonna be great cuz we got shit to do." So, it was around 9:05pm, and we were chillin at tha bus stop as usaul. Smokin tha nerves down, and double checkin our boxes and phone book, making sure we got it was workin right and got all tha numbers organize in our book. What we didn't know was that tha bus was gonna come like an hour. SHIT! which was still cool cuz tha night was still young, and we got shit to do. It was now around 10:20pm when we headed towards our secret phone booth. First thing I did was pick it up and dial one random 1-800 number,and heard a answering machine,Cool! entered random digits, and heard a machine said, " You have three messages." FUCKIN-A! we now owned a answering machine belonging to some photographer company. Whats more exciting was when I dial random numbers for tha second time and heard a machine said, "Enter your 4 digit code follow by tha pound key." Then I entered random numbers then heard,"Thank you." and heard ringing. w0w! then I heard a pickup-15-seconds-of-breath-then-hangup. Called again, then a lady picked up and said,"hello." that sounded like she thought I was a stalker that was gonna kill her, so I just hung up on that bitch, and asked Cuebiz for a smoke, but he was out, cuz we smoked tha last 2 at tha bus stop.(See what happen when you're bored) So we thought,"Fuck it let go chasen,tha night is still young." It was only 10:35pm, we headed to tha mini-mart across tha street and started asking people to buy for us, with no luck,but fuck, I wasn't gonna social engineer without me calming tha fuck down, I mean I was thinking,"0h sweet tobacco..WHERE THA FUCK ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU!." But luckily,tha mini-mart has payphones, we could phreak,so we had to deal with those till we got our smokes. Phreaking wasn't so bad I was crackin Easy-reach 1-800 and pranking who ever picked up, scanning, found some weird ass rings,and tried to crack codes from calling cards, but didn't bother to write down wat I have found cuz I was so nervious. But chasen was fuckin really BAD! fuck man, we run into some folk that were lost and askin for directions,helped them but wouldn't help us,Hell-man! we even run into a fat,fucked up,drunk looking man but didn't realise he was a cop. FUCK! people around us were so fuckin weird,it was pretty scary too. DAMN! it wasn't till 12:35am when we finally got our smokes.(subex note:tha guy that bought us tha smokes was a fagget-ass-bitch DAMN! fuckin skinny ass punk kept my change.) Shit! it was pretty late and Cuebiz kept getting pages from his parents and shit, so we headed home. What even pissed us even more was it wasn't till we were half way home that we realize that most of tha shit we found that night was pretty interesting but didn't write it down. We didn't even get tha chance to check out tha conference line, FUCK! I didn't even get a chance to practice social engineering. MAN!!...Wat a night...can it get any worse? :(