Alcohol is not the answer. It’s the proof. 80 proof, preferably
Because no one was available to hang out because everyone sucks, I went solo on a drunken power walk on Dolores on Saturday. Such gorgeous houses there.
Then Sunday, Gideon and I went to the DeYoung for the Warhol exhibit. It was quite something. There was even a trippy acid room replete with a strobe light and everything. I never quite realized into just how many avenues his art extended. I also think he had OCD. But then, as Gideon pointed out, most all artists do. I would kill to have spent a day in the Factory. *sigh*
Even a “no” is better than not knowing for sure, so ask all the same.
If you were condemned to hell and the apocalypse came, but then God changed his mind, could he create a magical force field to lift you up to Heaven, or would it be too late?
