I will wear this as a medallion someday
I got into an interesting conversation about art last night with an artist friend whom I used to date for a while. He said the only way to be a real player in the art world was to be a trust fund baby, or single and gay. I don’t know if that’s true. When we were dating, he was alway too drunk to get it up, and he was afraid of menstruation blood, so his credibility is already shot with me. I don’t know if Damien Hirst is a trust fund baby, or gay, but he’s rich. (You probably know about the $100,000,000 diamond-bedazzled skull he’s most famous for making.) Most artists hate him because he doesn’t actually make most of his art; instead, he just comes up with the ideas and pays people to make them. But, hey, if I could afford a $100,000,000 bedazzled skull, I wouldn’t work either. I’ll tell you what: if a guy gave me a $100,000,000 bedazzled skull, I would wear that skull around my neck. The ultimate bling. Maybe I’d have it made into a ring. No, I wouldn’t be able to lift my hand, but if I had a $100,000,000 bedazzled skull ring, I wouldn’t have to lift my hand, now would I? I wonder if Damien Hirst is gay. If not, I wonder if he’s single.