ARCHIE

We wandered back to the front room, where there were now four patrons, and the same black hulk bouncing his balls to Thelma Houston's «Don't leave me this way». Andrea wanted to leave immediately, Bianca was tittering nervously, and Andy stood there, trying to look without us seeing him look. Then the dancer strutted his stuff to our side of the bar and started doing disco knee bends in front of Andy's face. That's when Archie gave his shaft a lick, and the bartender, in full leather, asked us to leave. It became one of the standards of our Abbott and Costello act. Archie getting us trrown out of the Anvil, the perfect Andy Warhol anectode,, in which the supposed decadent is revealed as an awkward innocent after all»

-Bob Colacello
Holy Terror