Going to Milan for an private art collection showing of a thriving London-based Russian painter isn't too common for people in my line of work, a blue-collar Merchant Mariner, however, I just couldn't justify staying home in LA and doing nothing instead.
I did tell Veronica
the other month in San Francisco that I would attend over our
Polynesian cocktail at Fairmont's basement Tikki lounge. I'm such a stickler for keeping my word, odd.
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