Being a watcher and entity that lives on multiple planes sometimes keeping all the strings together is a little daunting. One day when you and your friends figure out how to exist in more places than one you will totally understand what the hell I'm talking about monkey :D

One of my current vessels is an student worker at a culinary college, he's always getting interesting people asking ever more interesting questions. It was around 1pm when a rather heavyset cowboy strolled into his office looking perplexed. He started asking alot of questions about how to fix computer systems and inquired if i was able to delete data so that it was unrecoverable. Being the smart able character he has been trained to be he accpeted to assist the cowboy with no problem. he asked the cowboy to show him the laptop so he could better understand the issues at hand. Our cowboy friend complete with the hat show obious signs of relief when my vessel accpeted. Our Cowboy friend removed a rather pink looking laptop from a very worn jansport backpad and promptly handed it too my vessel. The Vessel gave the unit a once over on the outside giggling to himself about how it was funny to him that this rough and tuff cowboy had a pink computer, but after careful deliberation with me he decided against it. My Vessel asked for the power cord to the unit and turned the bad boy on. a little after the POST screen disapeared a very familer Windows Vista boot screen shined in his face. dumbfounded the cowboy proclaimed that no matter how hard he tired, it would no go to this screen. My vessel knows that in these situations its better to just go along with your friend then try and explain to them that you have another person in your head helping you out along the way. he just mearly stated " really? thats weird" . finally the computer was booted and the login screen was patenitly awaiting the password for the login. with a simple press of the enter key the computer again began to creak back to life and bring us to the desktop. My vessel shot a slidelong glance at the cowboy who again was dumbfounded by how we logged into his system without a password, but with all things considered he wasn't about to agrue with him.

After going of the cowboy's system for the inital infections he decided a good course of action to get this system running great. He began to ask what file the cowboy would like to save, he said he would love to keep all the music and videos. Seeing this be a simple task my vessel decided to help this cowboy. he sent him packing and began the steps to fix this system. for my vessel this isn't an odd situation this kinda thing happens everyday all day long, yet something felt odd about this encounter so we dug deeper. After saving all his documents and files, and music he was left with a rather large video folder that he figured he would save for last. Finally all the other files were done and he was wondering what on earth was making the file so large so he took a peek. after double clicking the folder he was brought into a sea of porn as wide as the pacific. My vessel was in shock of the amount of pornographic material on this hard drive. he started scanning the names of the files and came accross even more shocking informationn, CP was RAMPANT everywhere. My vessel was having a epic meltdown and was having trouble processing all information coming into this head. Our friend the cowboy had a problem, just not the problem he was asking to be fixed. Since the law and my vessel are not in agreeance, he made an executive decion about what to he about this, he simply removed the hdd, attached a note with our cowboy friend's address, name, cell phone number, and shipped it off to chris Handson for proper handling. Weird day for sure