I was in college for two years. I ran out of money. I didn’t know what to do, so I robbed a house. I got away with it…for a while. I sold everything I took, DVD players, jewelry, a t.v. a pawned it all. I had enough money to live for about a month. I ran out again. I robbed another house. This time, I was caught. Somebody saw my car outside the house I was robbing and called the cops. I was thrown into prison for 2 months. My girlfriend of two years dumped me. She was the best thing that would ever happen to me, and my chances of ever being with somebody as great is disappearing, and I have chronic psoriasis developing on my face. My lawyer got me transferred from prison to a Drug Rehab facility for the next three months. I was not a drug addict, never touched the stuff, but I played along. It was better than being in jail. I came home and started a screen printing company. Its been on and off a lot, but mostly off. I get a job every now and then. I have a personality. I am funny. My mom thinks my personality is the only chance I have in life. She signed me up for improvisation classes at The Second City, Chicago. A lot of the greats got their start there, so maybe I’ll get lucky. God isn’t with me anymore. In fact, it feels like he’s against me. I screwed up my life, I have no money, and I fill out surveys online for less than sweat shop workers in China are paid. I would do anything to go back in time and do things the right way. All I have to show for my 20 years on this earth is a high school Deploma and a criminal record.