andy it s me haven t seen you in a while i wished i talked to you more when you were alive i thought you were self assured when you acted shy hello it s me i really miss you i really miss your mind i haven t heard ideas like that for such a long long time i loved to watch you draw and watch you paint but when i saw you last i turned away when billy name was sick and locked up in his room you asked me for some speed i though it was for you i m sorry if i doubted your good heart things always seem to end before they start hello it s me it was a great gallery show your cow wallpaper and your floating silver pillows i wish i paid more attention when they laughed at you hello it s me pop goes pop artist the headline said is shooting a put on is warhol really dead you get less time for stealing a car i remember thinking as i heard my own record in a bar they really hated you now all that s changed but i have some resentments that can never be unmade you hit me where it hurt i didn t laugh your diaries are not a worthy epitaph well now andy i guess we ve got to go i wish someway somehow you like this little show i know this is late in coming but it s the only way i know hello it s me goodnight andy goodbye andy