At the age of one, I was kidnapped by wolves who proceeded to raise me as one of their own. We had some good times, but after I lost my baby teeth my value to the pack was severely compromised and they cut me loose...
I have since transitioned rather nicely back into society, despite a minor setback where I brought down a yak on our third grade field trip to the zoo. Other residual side effects include salivating when I hear bells and howling at sporting events with whistles.
Actually, I'm just kidding about the yak. It was a Spanish Ibex, but yak is easier to type.
I have been known to spend my time teaching artists about law & business, and also playing jazz saxophone. I love that more than anything-- it made me leave the practice of law for the arts world, and I have never regretted it...
***totally have one more, but I have to stop at 6 apparently***
Also, how come none of the vampire shows/movies ever have old vampires? If an old person gets bitten by a vampire, do they suddenly become young? Or do vampires avoid biting old people? If so, why? Do they taste bad? Discrimination? Effective lobbying by the AARP?