Hacking was my entertainment. You could almost say it was a way of escaping to an alternate reality—like playing a video game. But to play my game of choice, you had to stay alert at all times. One lapse in attention or sloppy mistake, and the Feds could show up at your door. Not the simulated G-men, not the black wizards of Dungeons and Dragons, but the real, honest-to-God, lock-you-up-and-throw-away-the-key Feds.