After a discussion I had too late last night to really take it seriously, this much anyway, I have decided that I am going to move to London, become a photojournalist who is a sculptor on the side. I'm going to love in a tiny one room apartment on the second or third floor and paint the walls dark purple and I'll stay there and sculpt any time I like and then I will die at age 37 from lung related diseases.

Sounds good to me. Really good.