Programmers write programs and make money by selling those programs.
When I’m sober, I sit online, and when I’m drunk, I sleep offline.
I repeat getting drunk and waking up every day, going back and forth between online and offline every year.
Hopefully, I want to grow old in front of the computer, but I don’t want to live my life bowing down to the boss.
Benz and BMW are for the wealthy, and programmers can use buses or bicycles.
Others laugh because I’m crazy, but I laugh because I feel sad about my situation.
The streets are full of pretty girls, but who will be a programmer’s partner?
