It all seems so far away today looking back on the DOD “date of discovery”all that’s happened before and after that incredible day, hell i was just a blue Coller truck driver with a pretty good job. Working for Crete Carrier Corp a mulit billion dollar trucking company, i was receiving top pay at .46 a mile, drove brand new trucks, you know top of the line rigs, all the trucks are paid for not like some company’s out there that ownership is all on paper, this company stressed safety all us drivers thought working for this company was a good, hell the avg age of a driver at Crete is 44, but that’s all over now as they fired me after the DOD when i brought to there attention all those encrypted file found on my mac. 

   I should have seen it coming i mean all the signs were there but i refused to acknowledge what was quite obviously right in front of my eyes. I tend to be a little bit of a hermit and love the truckers life, the truck becomes like a refuge, my place, a place where its just me and God and no one else, so why would i ever suspect anything was wrong, see something different or a little odd your mind just tends to ignore it, right? I mean why would i ever think someone would be listing and watching me,so if the thought passes through your head you automatically dismiss it as silly and go about your job, threes just no way a normal person would ever think your under 24/7 surveillance, your being profiled, every thing you ever do is being watched and recorded, its funny that when as a human being you spend endless hours driving through this incredible nation just how much time you spend talking to yourself, and about everything, God, the world, sex, politics, anything to keep your mind busy, you just tend to yak out loud. why if someone were listing over a period of time someone could learn every little bit of your life, your habits,what you like what you dont like, what pisses you off, what makes you laugh, what make you cry, what turns you on, what turns you off, who you like and hate, a real life profile of someone to see how they tick, but that’s all fiction shit you tend to see in a movie or read in a good old fastion book, not real life, cause my truck is my safe heaven form the world, my privet area, my closet, where i escape to, where i can be alone with my thoughts, that special place where my 4th amendment rights are a part of my American birthright, that place where no one can enter unless invited to do so.