 He said, oh, and then he drew this like really bleak picture. Oh, you want to be a starving artist? I said, yes. He said, you want to live in an apartment, no money, no food? I said, yes. He said, okay, you can be an artist. He said, well, we're not going to support you. I said, okay. I came to New York in 1970 wanting to be a painter.