 head down, trying to do some accounting work, and I'm looking at my paper, and I said, this is not me. There's no color here. This is no art. So I sat down with my father, and I told him I wanted to be an artist. 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.