Long time ago, I wanted to become a teacher, a fireman, and even a boxer. Now, look at me. I didn’t achieve any of these dreams. I didn’t even strive to become a teacher. I’m just a painter. I work in the sun everyday with my boring and old paint sprayers.

These are my new friends. When I was a boy, I had many friends that I used to play with, but now, my friends are my paint sprayers. They’re the only things that I see on a consistent basis. I work hard for minimal pay. It’s not the life that I would have at all. This wasn’t what I had dreamed of doing.

It’s funny how things change though. All those dreams that you used to have didn’t happen. Even if they may seem simple, things can go wrong. After a series of events, I went from the top of my class to being just some painter with his old paint sprayers.

What happened?

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