U got a couple of different names here. Well u r supposed to be poor and a struggling artist and preferably living in a wretched garret in Paris - that's pre-Mohamedan and negro invasion Paris - if u want to do it by the book. I did my best stuff with a deadline sitting on the floor in my Manahatan (I likeWalt Whitman's spelling) hovel drinking vodka and wearing my winter coat because the steam heat was out as usual.