Aaand you know who I am. Even if you don't right now, I promise you you do.
I swear I'm not mean-spirited and you know I love you and your work to pieces.
I'll be with the drunk one, but sober and (as always) silent. Possibly with a paper bag over my head.
PS, I'm sorry I talked about your crotch. But it
did look excellent. That's a compliment, right?
A work of art is an invitation to love.