Imagine being 30 years old, and everything is completely normal. Life is good. A moment later nothing makes sense. You’re quickly put in a mental hospital. Doctors say you have schizophrenia. Eventually they’re able to treat you with horrible medications, but every once in a while you still call the police in the middle of the night and tell them that everyone in the house is dead (even though they aren’t). This is what happened to my mom. The link between that story and this page? This page is set up to support alvinalexander.com, and the revenue from that website supports my mom, who now also has dementia. Because most people use ad-blockers, even a popular website doesn’t make much money, so I either need to raise money this way, or go back to regular programming work, leaving alvinalexander.com to rot. So that’s why this page exists. All the best, Al
