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Here’s my villain’s backstory:
I grew up in blue collar family. My father was a plumber. He worked all the time to provide for our family, long hours, evenings, weekends. My mother ran an in-home day care, always taking care of other people’s kids before me. My father died when I was fifteen.
When I was in high school, I decided I wouldn’t work myself to death like my father did. I wanted a job where people work for you. I decided I had to go to college and get myself an MBA. I didn’t want to hit the books all the time, so I devoted myself to basketball. I reasoned that if I were the best basketball player that I could be, I could get a full ride.
It turned out to be a good strategy, at least for a while. I got an athletic scholarship to Purdue. But in my junior year, I had a bad injury that ended my varsity days, and I lost my scholarship. I couldn’t afford the mega-bucks tuition.
Because of the pain of my injury, I got hooked on oxycontin. After my prescription ran out, I had to find a different source. Those guys always had the best rides, the nicest clothes, you know what I mean? I began rethinking my career goals.
I didn’t need a degree to run a thriving business. I just had to give people what they want. And be fearless. The guys on the street call me Wesson, as in Smith & Wesson. I do whatever it takes.
But first I ditched the oxy. That stuff will kill you.