I lived in the same building as Andy Warhol in the late 1970's. I ran into him often and he just finished his movie "Dracula"! The party was the weird event of the spring. I went to this mess with vegetables raw with dip and white wine. Other stuff but no one could find it. I was a bit high from the dip. I went with Mr Personally Lou Reed, I knew his name and he knew my face. We were packed in a corner when Andy came over. I was on a rant about how most art is bull BLEEPBLEEPBLEEPBLEEP. I handed Andy my cigarette and pointed to the ash tray so he could put it out. Andy Warhol took a puff of my cigarette, then put it out. That moment at least five flashes went off from cameras around the room.
I look at Andy and said I rest my case. That bull BLEEPBLEEPBLEEPBLEEP will be in your portfolio. We all laughed and the party of the season began.
Last August Marie my girl from the low land came back from Europe with me. We went to the Warhol Museum here in Pittsburgh. I told her that story and at the museum we saw the photos of the cigarette in my ashtray. That stupid drunken comment will live on in modern art.