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I meet a living legend...and react unaccordingly. |
Coming off of the A-Train at west 4th same as every other night basketball courts made famous by Carrol by way of Dicaprio going, hurriedly to nowhere in particular I spotted her in peripheral humorist satirist activist Warhol friendus Frannala....Leibowitz that is not usually a fan in the fanatic sense still i approach a signed copy of Vanity Fair for my coffee table would be fun a "conversation piece" Hey! I say I usually don't do this but I am a big fan of your Rolling Stone photos ........... a short silence long enough to make me realize the error momentary lapse of reason judgement sanity but certainly not humility "I am not Annie Leibowitz" "I am FRAN Leibowitz" I knew that OHHHHHHH!!! SHIT! OK then....... and i turned and walked quickly away feeling like those tourists that I pretensiously snicker at how did she feel? to be mistaken for another talented woman or worse to be ignored and abandoned quickly once found out to be only Frannala And foolish me the victim not of ignorance but of a mistake and the inability to stay and face my flub I would not have even approached the photographer I am not a fan in the fanatic sense |