champagne poured down from the heavens and we were bathing in its tinny tasty sparkles.
nam june paik was kickin it uptown with chuck close that old dog. having a conversation/argument about the PsP. something about tiger woods.
they looked at me, dumbfoundedly staring at them. then returned to ignoring me, a nobody small town wannabe.
nam and chuck walked off and some cat from EYEBEAM gallery came over and placed a hand on my shoulder
"dont let it get you down bro, the owner of the hand said. they'll like you when you're somebody"
i stopped my staring of the fine fine artists and turned to the guy talking to me. i looked at him, he had a consoling look upon his face and we connected.
"i dont like your work" i said and walked off.
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