"I want you to promise me, that after this year, even after you go to
London and I don't see you for a while..." Damon started, turning to
look at him. "That we'll still stick together, that you won't forget
about me."


"That if you ever get famous, or
become the next Andy Warhol or whatever, that you won't forget about us
being best friends."

Graham frowned, looking up at Damon from
underneath his fringe.

"I hate Andy Warhol."