Now, now. While I couldn't fanthom why, you'd visit lit' old me's resting place.
But since you are already here, it would be unbecoming of me to turn you away...
Well, not like I can offer you anything for reaching this place, however, at least right now anyhow.


My handle is Tom Hackers. I'm a homeless person, suffering from crippling depression.
Hopefully, future will be less interesting, as it is now everything might as well go down in flames.