Friday, October 26, 2012
What do you mean my 15 minutes are up? Did I sleep through them? Was I out of the room? Perhaps, I might have been in the restroom. Where are those 15 minutes that I was promised by Warhol? I want mine. I need mine. A promise is a promise.
I have been reminded by many that it's really NOT all about me. As you well know, this is a debatable point that I feel strongly about. Can't it be, 'just about me' for a little while?
I must say this though, I hope it doesn't come the beginning of next week, during the 'frankenstorm' threatening the East Coast. With Halloween, the upcoming election and now this storm, wouldn't my notoriety be lost in the shuffle? Andy, come on. You wouldn't do this to me, would you? Just my luck.