No more artistic favours. No more commissions. No more ink. No more painting for your girlfriend. No.
Leaving Singapore, so when I hit New York I won't paint anymore. No-one will know that I can do this thing.
Ahnassi sees, Ahnassi tells. No more paint. Only for me. Only my comic. That's all. Not doing one more goddamn flyer for your fucking hospital, no more fucking portraits, no more fucking sketches, no more video editing, no more acting, no more anything for anyone but me. I'm so behind schedule.