Andy Warhol, Robert Greene, Marcel Duchamp, and JJ Abrams walk into a darkened bar somewhere in eastern Europe.
Andy clings to a Campbell’s soup can. Robert Greene flips through an orange book. A urinal sits in Marcel’s lap. And JJ Abrams — beaming — hugs a light brown box.
The bartender approaches Robert Greene and says, “So, what are you reading?”
Andy slams his little fist on the table and says, “You mean to tell me that in a room with a man wearing a shock of white hair and holding a can of tomato soup, all you notice is a book? A stupid little orange book?”
The bartender eyes Andy for a moment, shrugs, and turns back to Robert, “What are you reading?”
“For God’s sake, man, I’m holding a urinal. Who cares what he’s reading,” Marcel says.