I tried making money with my drawings. I liked to doodle, even back then. But...I wasn't very good, and no one was going to pay money for scribbles on scraps of paper. So I started stealing.

I got caught, of course. I wasn't very good that that, either. And they sent me back home. I would have rather gone to juvie - that's a kids' prison. In my time - but my parents had filed a missing person report with the police. God only knows why. So they sent me back home.

It repeated a few times, me running away and then getting sent back, until my family stopped looking for me and I started going through foster care.