Issue #5: Pages 3 & 4

While I waited outside the bathroom, a guy wearing a bandana and an unbuttoned shirt stumbled out of a room, carrying a guitar case. He locked his door, then walked down the hallway the best he could. Most of the bands who rented practice spaces needed to practice. She came out of the bathroom and said, 'something's in the toilet.' I went in there and it smelled like straight-up poop. I opened the door of the stall and there was a turd the size of a baguette. Only half of it was in the water. It looked like a baby alligator. I shut the door on the stall and told her, 'We can go to