The Artful Dodger always thought himself a charming fellow, full of much to share with the world—many gifts, many hidden talents. He always thought when he was little, that one day he might be able to give something back to make himself remembered.
Then he was thrown into the real world. Into the dark depression that haunted the streets of London. Into the darkness of men's hearts, and the coldness of their minds.
And then he realized.
If one wanted to be truly remembered, they had to make their mark. That didn't always entitle good deeds, either.
