iVoyeur: eBPF Tools

I spent my high-school years in a tightly entangled group of four friends. We were basically inseparable, formed a horrible rock band, and I think did a lot of typical ’90s Los Angeles kid things like throwing powdered doughnuts into oncoming traffic and making a nuisance of ourselves at 7-Eleven and Guitar Center. We smashed against the breakwater of graduation and went different places, but of the four of us, I was the only one who didn’t go off to college to study music theory. Opting instead to eject into the Marine Corps, which is a longer story, and irrelevant to the current metaphor.