Andy it's me haven't seen you in a while. I wished I talked to you more when you were alive. I thought you were self-assured when you acted shy. hello it's me. I really miss you I really miss your mind. I haven't heard ideas like that in such a long long time. I loved to watch you draw and watch you paint. but when I saw you last I turned away. When Billy Name was sick and locked up in his room. you asked me for some speed I though it was for you. I'm sorry that I doubted your good heart. things always seem to end before they start. Hello it's me that was a great gallery show. your cow wallpaper and your floating silver pillows. I wish I paid more attention when they laughed at you. hello it's me. Pop goes pop artist the headline said. Is shooting a put-on is Warhol really dead. You get less time for stealing a car. I remember thinking as I heard my own record in a bar. They really hated you now all that's changed. but I have some resentments that can never be unmade. You hit me where it hurt I didn't laugh. your diaries are not a worthy epitaph. Oh well now Andy guess we've got to go. I wish some way somehow you like this little show. I know it's late in coming but it's the only way I know. hello it's me. Goodnight Andy. Goodbye Andy.