I was just thinking about where I used to live the other day. We lived in an old warehouse, up on the fourth floor. There was a door that opened out to nothing. Some nights we'd open it and watch the car insurance fires raging three feet high or the prostitution van with the Hasidic johns , or the packs of wild dogs, if you stayed up late enough. I made this comic when I lived there, 11 years ago. Now I think there's a heath food store around the corner.
