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* The CMC 9717 Diaries – chapter one *
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Monday:
Tommy throw his free birthday party. Invited all local sluts and bought some free lager. Unfortunately Mr. Legia vomited onto his Gravis, so we couldn’t sample his shouts. I wanted to play with the theremin software, but Arma ate a mouse. Shame.

Tuesday:
We’ve went in a search for good quality phones for Tommy. Unfortunately, we got kicked out of most of the shops, as we tried to test some Jungle Warfare experimental recordings. Then, we tried to buy some sunny glasses, only to get puched repeatedly in the mouth for crashing the whole collection.

Wendesday:
Tommy organized a recording session at his hutch. Unfortunately, a badly connected overdrive blew into his face, so from now on everybody call him Jerker. When he tried to call for the ambulance, the batteries in his phone went dead. Shame.

Thursday:
We’ve been waiting for Mr. Hojda a bit, only to spent some nice time, witnessing how to squeeze a camera into something twice smaller. Then, in MPIK, the truth about missing pages from magazines has been
exposed, as the security stuff throw us out for defencing shop’s properity.

Friday:
I got really drunk at some slutpub. Dunno how I made it home. Fortunately I was unconciouss when Dorothy called. Shit!

Saturday:
We went to Grzybowska. When passing by a fence, got mistaken for software dealers and handcuffed. 24h later we’ve managed to explain those nice policemans what warez means.

Sunday:
As we hited back home, The Dorothy Gang caught us and took to her HQ. After torturing us with punk retrospective, we had to eat the birthday cake, which was waiting for us since last year. After Tommy going green on his face, I’ve vomited onto Slawek, only to be punched by drunk Leszek, as he tried to express his happiness in seeing me again…

To be continued…