The rotating cast of roommates and crashers we had at our old apartment in the city may have been the source material for this series of strips. Some came for the summer; one stayed for a whole semester. All were humans. None of them, thankfully, were spoons or super-pissed off stick figures or teddy bears. One is remembered for writhing in pain on the floor while holding his stomach and throwing money at another roommate—“Laxatives!” Another one was a girl named T-bone. One gave me a very sad graphic novel for no reason at all. Most could barely put up with our hot, dank apartment that lacked windows in the living room. Some were loved more than others. Most were white dudes. One was deeply feared.
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