text:  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.