Why reading Pat Hackett’s editing and no doubt writing of Andy Warhol’s diaries is essential reading:
Up early. Got supplies for the office ($22.73, $33.83). I went into one of those Korean produce stores and there were about fifteen people in there, if it was mobbed, and I listened to this guy rave about a pineapple for ten minutes, and by the time he was through I was dying to get one, too. He was saying, “I want it ripe and ready! Juicy! Luscious! Ready to eat, right of the bat!” And then I turned around and it was Nixon. And one of the daughters was with him, but looking older – maybe Julie, I think. And he looked pudgy, like a Dickens character, fat with a belly. And they had him sign for the bill. There were Secret Service with him. And the girl at the cash register said he was “Number-One Charge.”
Went to My Dinner with André (cab $4) and there was a line so I told the girl that André sent us and would she please let us in and she thought I meant for free, but I said that I’d pay. I fell asleep, it was so boring. Hippie talk. I guess the kids are thinking this is intellectual because it talks about feelings. Home, bed at 1:00 (cab $4).