But since the drink girls were averse to giving change, I spent 20 bucks on three shots of Jack Daniels and a Coke. Then I had a Jackson Pollock-scale meltdown and beat up some hipsters.
"Who's that outrageous person?" sniffed a George Plimptonesque art reviewer.
"Must be from the porn world," someone answered. "Their art is provocative and we fear it."
(Just so you know, 20 bucks is a tiny amount to spend on three shots of Jack in Los Angeles.)