[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.