I remember teacher in first grade school pushing me to finish my dish. and me, puting the food to my mouth and going to spit it out to the tolilet, so I dont need to swallow that piece of soviet style kitchen shit they gave me. This how I feel until today. This is who I am - just a random guy, very happy to be alive in this days; witnessing people argue, whether is our house on fire or not. I love vegetables and escapism. My train is going to final stop, wil need to edit this, but will proly never do. Bless lord & economical growth <3