As I said, I packed my (garbage) bags and moved out… but to a seedy looking building nearby a used car place, gas station, and a intersection that lead to a grocery store and a park. The building looked decrepit at first but was cleaned up inside. It's there Chet sounded more serious: "Alright, you need to have like a week's worth of buffer and be ready to release almost everyday. You can keep your normal schedule now, but if demand goes up, you have to keep up or you'll get paid less, or not at all. You also need to feed yourself, so yeah…" , the then left almost as quickly as we entered the building "I'll be back every week or something…"  he added as he nearly ran. I was surprised, suspicious...... but excited. A quick search revealed the building was mostly hallways with individual office rooms. My screen name was on one of them, so I knew where my designated space was… 

I quickly started to work; but having a human body back then meant I had to search for a bathroom, then I also remembered I had to buy food too. Vending machines and the gas station food kept me full but sick feeling for a while, switching between the office building and the aforementioned places was necessary too, since other workers were also constantly in the Rottweiler-comics vending machines: they got empty quickly. Sharing bathrooms and break rooms was a pain too, a pain I knew too much of as sharing back in my parents' home was always atrocious. I kept to myself and used what I could when no one was around.. And so that was getting noticed…. By a handful of other artists……….