Entering, never breaking.

In the UNR PD Station.
(not direct quotes, just approximations)
Annie: Catch that door before it closes.
Me: Why?
Annie: I'd rather have an open door than a closed one.

Actual post starts here:

I have this strange urge to explore where I'm not supposed to. Maybe it's the journalist in me. Abandoned buildings are amazing places. Once inside I explore everything. (See the previous post about the abandoned casino.) Perhaps it's the video games I played as a child...er still play.

As a kid I had a friend that I'd go out and explore the neighborhood with. We took fake guns, dressed in camouflage and black. We were actually pretty formidable looking. Especially because some of our guns were painted to look real.

Later I would explore the complex system of tunnels that lies underneath Henderson. It's strange, but they really exist.

Then there were some things I'm not really at liberty to talk about at the moment.

And more recently I climbed onto a filing cabinet, through the ceiling of one classroom, over a ventilation duct, and crash landed into another classroom.

All things said, I could probably have a career in burglary or information reconnaissance. Honestly, the second one sounds awesome. Entering a chemical research facility, never breaking, climbing through, taking pictures of things in certain rooms, getting out, stashing them at a drop point, getting lots of money. All the while I work as the wide eyed photographer for the local paper.

Yes. I wonder if there's even a market for that any more, now that everything is digital and online.