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To Tristan
The boys hadn't gone to see Andy Warhol the next day after school like Scott had planned. Their father, clever as he was, kept thinking of ways to keep them busy. Of course, it took a long time for Scott to finally drop the issue, but he never forgot about it and the invitation for Tristan to go to The Factory. Their senior year passed and Scott had had just about enough. He didn't want to go to college, but he also couldn't bear the thought of Tristan having all of those new experiences without him. By the skin of his teeth, he'd been admitted into the same New York university that Tristan had and now there was only one summer left standing between him and the rest of his bleak life--or so he imagined. One glorious, hot summer where he had no responsibility other than doing nothing. The summer of '66.

So that first day after graduation, it was clear what had to be done. As he laid on his bed in jeans and a tshirt, he re-read the article in the gossip column about Edie Sedgwick utterly losing it. He lamented the fact that she'd left the Warhol tribe and gone completely mad, but he also admired her for it. "I've never wanted to fuck somebody more," he said out loud to Tristan, just to shock him. He loved how his words could still put a stark look on his twin's face even though Scott had been saying lewd words since he could talk. His first word had been 'shit' thanks to their foul mouthed nanny who was quickly fired thereafter.