[Mac Sirloin]

I'm being dead honest. Without sounding too (god damn) melodramatic, there's an emotional connection I have to building, taking apart and fixing things. I wouldn't go so far as to say it's anthropomorphizing inanimate objects so much as appreciating that there's a history to them, and I often escaped the emotional and physical abuse dished out by my dad by tucking myself into a corner of my room and going apeshit bonkers with my K'Nex and Lego, churning out some really creative stuff, modesty be damned. Sometimes (at the SVDP) it felt like I was being disrespectful by just chucking stuff that couldn't be fixed or harvested for parts and copper into the scrap bin, but then again, the people did donate it for a reason.