In the Spring of 2004, as part of my last project of my last class of my Masters Degree education, I took on the challenge of rebuilding a broken-down 1963 cigarette vending machine and converting it from a vendor of ciggies into a fully-interactive, motion-sensing thing of beauty, complete with an installed laptop and external speakers capable of emitting random audio clips at the pull of a knob or even at the passing by of a potential victim. As was my nature, I waited until the day before the project was due, hoping last-minute panic would fuel me onward. So having just come off of three days without sleep, and powered only by RedBulls and Rockstar Energy drinks, I tried to pull off the impossible while choking my way through a state of mad hunger, sleep deprivation, and delirious over-caffeination - All caught on tape. Stolen shopping carts, powertool injuries, blood, and hurled obscenities were just the precursor to the disaster which would befall me just as the sun was going down...