A stranger in a dark alleyway slipped me disk A1 of Slackware saying "hey kid, give this a shot, you're gonna love it. If you want more, you know where to find me". Over the next weeks (months? It's hard to say since that time was all a blur) I kept coming back. Once I finished with the As, I moved onto the Ns and APs, then got into the harder stuff...the Ds and Ks. Before I knew it, I was making my way to the alley every couple hours for my next X or XP. When I went back for disk E1 is when my friends confronted me about my problem and staged an intervention. Thank god for that...who knows what would have happened had I gone down that dark path.