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Like most art-school students, I had my Andy Warhol phase. Devouring everything I could about the Factory, I soon began cranking out candy-colored silk-screen portraits (of obscure martial-arts stars) and trying my best to affect a detached air (which failed miserably, since I was a Mountain Dew–fueled wall-bouncer). My obsession even extended to home décor, and soon I was aping the Factory’s notorious silver makeover by Warhol crony Billy Name. Twenty closed-windowed minutes into my home-improvement project, I was getting a wicked head rush from the paint, and it was all good. An hour later, however, I was outside puking in the bushes, and my place was a hazmat zone for the next few days. In retrospect, I suppose it was a good thing I didn’t follow through on that one. I mean, I already have enough trouble locating my keys in the morning. Adequate ventilation will be provided when “Warhol Legacy: Selections From the Andy Warhol Museum” is on view from 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. (through Feb. 20, 2006; see City List for other dates) at the Corcoran Gallery of Art, 500 17th St. NW. $8. (202) 639-1700. (Jason Powell)