when bradley took his picture and left his room and started walking, he had no clear idea of where he was going or what he wanted to do.
this was the story of his life.
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when bradley was a little boy, he did not like television or video games as much as a normal human child, and spent hours staring at the walls or looking out the window wondering what was going to happen to him when he grew up .
his high school guidance counselor suggested he become an artist.
bradley accepted this, and enrolled in art class.
the teacher liked the art he submitted, especially the art produced for him by his older sister, who aspired to become a doctor and had no interset in art herself.
bradley learned to copy his sister’s style and his art continued to find favor with his teachers even after his sister left home to go to college and medical school.
bradley was admitted to the college of international art and was a star pupil there until he fell in with a bad crowd and took to cloud nine.
next to illegal substances, bradley’s biggest problems were women, who would not leave hm alone, and paranoia, which an interdisciplinary counselor suggested he might have inherited from an ancestor in another dimension.
in addition to the females who flocked around him like moths around a flame, bradley was also surrounded by coterie of male sycophants and flatterers.
among them was a young man who was the laziest student in the class, and the heir to a once vast but now almost completely depleted fortune.
his name was tucker underwood.
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