the story sara wrote to this picture is so awesome, it’s killing me to not share it with you. when i drew it, i imagined a terrible apartment in a squalid downtown slum. the kind you imagine when the drunkard hero gumshoe goes home to his crappy flat on the lower east side in some hardboiled detective novel. lonely, poorly furnished, and depressing. the actual story that sara wrote, i must tell you, is wildly different.

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