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Awwww. What did I want to be when I grew up? Isn't that just the cutest thing. I mean, we all had those fantasies, right?
I think for a while I wanted to be a knight. Like with a horse and armor and all that. Ride off and save people and looking damn tough doing it. Mostly though, I think I just wanted the horse. Which I eventually had, though that didn't last long. Mum hated the smell of the manure she said clung to me, and that was the end of that.
I think for a while I thought about joining a circus. That right before my first boost, and before the first time I realized that all the time I spent painting could be spent painting masterpieces and I thought I had no other way to get out. That's what it comes down. I needed out. I needed away from my mum and dad and his titles and his ideas. The plans that I never had, never once wanted. I didn't want to grow up, get a good job, land a titled wife and pop out kids who would live in the same dismal rut I had.
Course then I discovered working the forgery angle and how much that paid and it never mattered again. I was something like fifteen the first time I helped replace a masterpiece with one of my perfect repros and I never looked back after that.
I think for a while I wanted to be a knight. Like with a horse and armor and all that. Ride off and save people and looking damn tough doing it. Mostly though, I think I just wanted the horse. Which I eventually had, though that didn't last long. Mum hated the smell of the manure she said clung to me, and that was the end of that.
I think for a while I thought about joining a circus. That right before my first boost, and before the first time I realized that all the time I spent painting could be spent painting masterpieces and I thought I had no other way to get out. That's what it comes down. I needed out. I needed away from my mum and dad and his titles and his ideas. The plans that I never had, never once wanted. I didn't want to grow up, get a good job, land a titled wife and pop out kids who would live in the same dismal rut I had.
Course then I discovered working the forgery angle and how much that paid and it never mattered again. I was something like fifteen the first time I helped replace a masterpiece with one of my perfect repros and I never looked back after that.
