i guess the fact that i have grown up in a heroin infested area & pulled up the sleeve the first time when 17, after trading a bunch of weed for a box of morphine vials, the leftovers of freshly deceased oncopatient, has determined my drug of choice throughout the years.. and choice of university specialty, praise allah for that, the hypodermic syringe has led me to the (right) techy direction, otherwise i would have probably be starving in the philosophy or literature department...
syringes were blooming in the back yard of the house where i was born, hah. i wonder yours or mine story is prettier or both. [:
but, why, oh, why, haven't my friend h. showed me a definite direction (still). maybe some more years of shit is what i need? it seems i'll take some rotting time at the philosophy dep.
but, man, now i realize i'll have to come over in brno, at least for a week or two, so be careful not to mess up until i get some traveling money, lol