Excerpted from Ron English's Stickable Art Offenses Thursday night in Manhattan. I was feeling pretty respectable when I turned the corner onto 14th street. I had suited up and gone to dinner with my businessman friend Lenny at an upscale uptown restaurant. We had consumed a nice bottle of wine and were in fine spirits. Now we were capping off the night at Barmacy. As we walked toward the bar, where Deb, the owner, was sitting outside checking IDs, I slapped a sticker on a door. Suddenly I was f...
Excerpted from Ron English's Stickable Art Offenses Thursday night in Manhattan. I was feeling pretty respectable when I turned the corner onto 14th street. I had suited up and gone to dinner with my businessman friend Lenny at an upscale uptown restaurant. We had consumed a nice bottle of wine and were in fine spirits. Now we were capping off the night at Barmacy. As we walked toward the bar, where Deb, the owner, was sitting outside checking IDs, I slapped a sticker on a door. Suddenly I was f...
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