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Matt says: “I was born on a cloudy January 1st morning. In a town called Rio
Grande, at the south of Argentina. I remember perfectly. Doctors woke up (with a huge hangover) just because of me. I was lucky to be born and not aborted by that people who smelled rancid; Needless to say I earned the contempt of the entire maternity staff. Two weeks after leaving the hospital, when my arms were strong enough, I killed my first Ox... nah, just kiddin. I picked up a pencil and started drawing. I grew up a normal child. At the age of 8 I met love for the first time. She was so purty. Short, sturdy, and gray pale skin. Her amberine radiance filled my childhood with joy. We spent so many hours
laughing and playing Alley Cat. She loved when I used to tell her "DIR C:" or "DIR C: *.exe". You know how puppy love is. But soon I met someone else. It was love at first typing, and I'm sure it will last forever. I <3 U INET!!!! |
