as i was packing for a big trip, Andy Warhol and a big fat lady came into my room and started taking things out of my suitcase and talking about them. they spoke into a tape recorder. after they had taken everything out, the lady told a story about how her cousin won an academy award and he every month he mailed it to a different relative so they could put it on their mantle. then she complained about the snow; it was summer.