"This could be your big ticket," he said. "You know what happens to you at art school?" I shook my head. "All that good natural technique you have? All that detail? They'll beat it right out of you. They'll be so threatened by it, they'll make you start throwing paint at the canvas like a monkey. By the time you graduate, the only thing you'll be able to do is teach art to high school kids." Okay, I thought. I'm glad he's excited for me. "On the plus side, you'll probably get laid a lot." I gave him a nod and a quick thumbs-up. He patted me on the shoulder and then left me alone."