Will Work for Food
After the rehearsal I was accosted in the lobby of the W by the
artists who produced the works that were auctioned off. They
savagely forced me to drink beer with them. Across the room,
someone passed out and one of the artists drew up a sign. Everyone
wanted to be photographed with the person who passed out. I have no
idea who the poor soul was, but he's now famously captured in a
zillion photographs. The artists really wanted to paint a moustache
on him, but but in a show of uncommon restraint, they didn't
because all of the tools they had would have left permanent marks.
Don't pass out within range of an artist.
