I was but a wee lad when I discovered my passion of writing, and tall did I stand upon my feet as I dreamt of becoming a famed author. I was but a fledgling adolescent when I exhumed my dormant attraction to the blank canvas, and I groveled on my knees hoping to transcend the failure of a writer I was as an artist. I was but a young adult when I was allured by my power to transform art into pleasure of a sexual nature, and I sank to the foundation of hell to count my dirty money. I was but a fal