John Waters…
So tonight I was hanging out with my friend Joseph in the dive bar “Truck” off Folsom street, and in walks film director John Waters with a painting instructor from my school whom I’d never met because I’m in the summer MFA program, and sits down in the very seat in which I was sitting until I got up to use the restroom. And I introduced myself, clumsily telling him that I loved his work, especially the introduction he gave to an art anthology book I’d picked up in the school library. In more awkward ramblings I mentioned how I loved his films but was especially keen on his interest in fine art. And then I gracefully departed before literally putting my literal foot in my literal mouth.
John Waters. Seriously. Wow.