The life of a model is so hectic. Every day it’s look seductive, look passionate, stand by that hungry tiger. That’s why I left that world. That and the models would always tell me I wasn’t a “real” model and that I should stop rubbing up against them less they call the cops. Ha, their facade of rage could never hide their jealousy. Now I live to save babies from burning buildings and fight crime at night and meet with my parole officer every other week.