15 minutes

Everyday, I tell myself it doesn't matter what Warhol said. Gin doesn't make a man more right in his proclamations.

But it does matter, no matter what I say -- what I wish. The future matters. I can lie to myself about it all I want, but in the end, gin doesn't make a man wrong either.

Dead all these years, and who'd have thought it was his words that would haunt me, not his bad haircut.