This girl. Had issues.
To preface, she wrote a play called Up Your Ass, and she went to Andy Warhol to try and get it produced, but, as he was already in a bit of trouble for some of the stuff he produced, and that the play was incredibly vulgar, he thought it was a police trap and said no. But, he offered her a bit of money to act a minor part in something he did end up producing, and they seemed to get along fine. But, she still wanted her play to be produced.
So, when trying to talk to get her play produced, and the person she was talking to kept saying no, she supposedly pulled out her gun and said, “Yes, you will produce the play because I’ll shoot Andy Warhol and that will make me famous and the play famous, and then you’ll produce it.”
And then she did it. She actually went and did it.
She went to the building, loitered around, got told to go home, did not go home, rode up and down the same freaking elevator until Andy and his pal walked in, then went and shot them. Then turned herself in. “For the fame,” I guess.
And then, she was deemed to be too mentally unstable to stand trail. How! Shocking!
I mean, she was an open lesbian in the 1950’s, which was pretty brave of her. But she also seems the type to not listen nor to hear what other people say, which in some situations, is a good thing, in other situations, is maybe a bit, uuhhh, not great.