 Well, you know, I was a visual artist in the 80s in New York, and I was doing pretty good, you know, selling all this stuff. And, you know, had gallery representations and all that stuff. I mean, I was making a pretty decent living at that. But the damn thing, I got involved in language. What a mistake. And I fell in love with poetry, concrete poetry, and all non-renumerative things. So I found myself basically around 1990 out of work. And...