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.
July 1, 2004