[Last update: 2022-04-28]

I was born in the past.
I will die in the future.

I was raised by a psychotic woman who, for some unknown reason, decided at
some point in her shit life that it was legitimate for her to raise a child,
no matter the shit in her head. She fucked some random dude and there I am.
Who is this dude? I don't give a shit. Just, dude, masturbate, it has less
shit consequences on other people.

I grew up in the shittest place you can find in this shit country (like all
the other countries, don't get me wrong) called France, that is: the suburbs
of Paris. There was a tiny bit of violence and robbery, but so tiny that I am
almost ashamed to mention it. I didn't do drugs, in any way, not selling, not
buying.

I was good at school, for why, I don't know. I hated most of my teachers, but
I knew the knowledge they threw to our brains was not from them. They were
just underpaid losers spitting some shit that some motherfuckers in charge
decided kids had to learn. So I felt legitimate in learning the shit.

And then I met the computers.

These things are expensive, I don't know how an underdog like me got to be
hooked to those. Maybe I'm not so underdog after all. I don't fuck a shit.

Anyway, I've been programming for as long as I can remember.

And I'm very lazy.

I studied for a very long time, engaged into what they call a PhD program.
Twice. Failed. Twice. [PhD programs in computer science.]

Now I live in the south of that shit country, writing code, debugging, doing
some support for a salary that is less than the minimum kids from engineering
schools get right after finishing their curriculum. Damn, the grammar of that
previous sentence gives me some headache.

I share my misery with a lovely person, who is not miserable at all. She gives
me another perspective on life. My main fear is to throw too much shit into
her life.

Apart from fucking with computers I pretend to play some classic guitar and
ride a road bike when I feel not too lazy.

I am not super social. People hurt. Sometimes.