All my life, I've been a tool. Not like an asshole or a douche bag (although I suppose that wouldn't be entirely false either).
But I've been held and wielded by so many things and people, I probably would have made a decent quickie hooker if I were good company.
After all, I've tried my hand in every path I saw I could walk on―and nothing fit. I worked corporate, and nearly went insane. I HATE taking "orders" more than anything, so we know why the military didn't work out. Customer service was not going to cut it, and freelance―well, you've either got to be a prodigy, or well enough known to be mediocre and still pick up clientele. I've never really had a choice, anyway.
I couldn't even drop out of high-school, but I...