There were days for years back then, when I could get by in New York doing artwork and designs, spray painting walls, painting clothing and jackets and printing T-shirts. The T-shirts kept things going. I sold them through stores, I sold them at flea markets. I walked down the street selling them. I could toss a couple to a bartender and drink most of the night...
My rent was never over $500 for my own place and the bathtub was in the bathroom...
