When you're born on the street, not given anything but a dirty look and a kick in the ass, you tend to learn quick there's only one person to look out for: You. Some say it was a big mistake, that I needed to make the effort to give a care about anyone else, especially those who actually do give a shit about some street rat. They may have been onto something, but I didn't listen. I was spunky, tough, and vulnerable, I felt like I had no choice. Yeah I ran with bad people, yeah I made a lotta bad choices, but I didn't care. I got what I wanted. Too bad when I wanted out ... it all came back to take it back.

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Now I've done a lotta sexy stuff and fun bits to show off the more playful side, but I've yet to get anything looking back to who Chances actually is, his base story of his life on the streets. He wasn't the nicest kid on the block, but he had guides in his life, he should have listened closer. He learned the hard way of life's harder lessons.

Art by  goat-kid
Chances belongs to  Chances