Issue #5: Pages 1 & 2

I lived in a building that was not meant for living. The rooms were rented to musicians who needed a place to practice. I rarely met woment but one time I did bring one over to my place. We were sitting around in my sound-padded room and she said she had to go to the bathroom. I usually pissed in a jug in the corner. The building had bathrooms butt they were on the other side, through a maze of hallways. I got up and led her to the bathroom. Most of the bands practiced at night, and the walls shook and vibrated with amplified noise.