FRIDAY, 3 DECEMBER, 1999, PHILADELPHIA

Well, tonight’s my big show n’ all. Most of my artwork from the last 3 years is in a gallery down in Wilmington. I guess I should go to it. Steve Jobs is going to be the keynote speaker before all that dramatic unveiling that used to get me so hot. I think I’m becoming somewhat jaded, but I swear the paparazzi does nothing for me anymore but give me a freakin’ headache. Kate Moss ducked out as my date — probably had half a sandwich last night and got post feast fatigue. So it looks like I will be arriving with Cybill Shepherd. AGAIN! Gawd, how tired is that? Howard Stern said he’s coming down from New York for the show too. I kinda hope he doesn’t. People might think we’re friends, or something. He still hasn’t paid me for the mural I did in his foyer. Why am I even going to this damn thing? It’s not like I need the money or publicity or any of that kind of crap, god knows… No one understands my work anyway. No one really appreciates what I’m saying. They just see it as a good investment, and a place to ‘be seen’. My life is so dull.