Issue #5: Pages 5 & 6

a gas station. These sick rock stars get a thrill out of using the women's bathroom. 'But it's mine,' she said proudly. A couple of months later, I wmoved into her apartment. She usually worked early in the morning and I slept in. Sometimes she'd leave giant turds in the toilet for me to discover when I woke up. One time, the monster refused to go down. So I found a paint stick and chopped it up. We always laughed about it butt she made me promise never to tell anyone.