Here is a concise, simple list of professions we dreamed about becoming when we were wee lads and lasses.
When I was growing up, I always fancied myself as an international master of espionage and intrigue. I grew up watching the 007 movies with my oldman and brothers, thus I thought it would be a cool career.
Tons of gadgets, get to wear a tux all the time, and the babes... ohhh... the babes. A license to kill.... I'd shoot a bagboy for crushing my eggs.
Of course, I'm not British nor can I even fake an accent very well. The CIA would've been the American route, but nobody takes an agent with a southern draw serious. At least, that's what I was led to believe by my gov't teacher in junior high.
As I grew older, I realized I'd rather wreck shit than acquire intelligence about it. So I became a Marine. Uh-Rah!
Ehh...