I stopped letting a piece of paper gatekeep my life and starved the hedonistic loop of sugar and nicotine to build a foundation in code. Now I treat the AI like the idiot savant it is and force it to show its work so I actually own my strength.
Addiction
Not Enough to Share: Where the Rot Really Began In SPORE
Before the first zombie ever took a bite, the apocalypse had already begun. It wasn’t a flash in the sky or a disease from a secret lab. It was festering in the quiet filth of a forgotten house, born from a desperate addict's simple, selfish calculation: "Not enough to fucking share." This isn't just a story about the end of the world. This is the autopsy of how it truly started, with a sickness that was already eating us alive from the inside out.