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hile I was drawing this, I watched a man drive around the block several times and then pull up at the curb in front of the house. The car was full of rust and when he got out, the driver’s side door made a screeching noise.
The man walked left, past the front of the house, and went around the corner.
I was looking at his car thinking it looks like a car that a drug addict, or a killer or paedophile, might drive in an episode of Law & Order.
I was drawing the part of the curb that fell in shadow when the driver came back, followed by a teenage girl and a well-dressed blonde woman.
As they got in the car to drive off, a young man and woman pulled up on bicycles, chained them to bottom of the stair railing, and went upstairs.
A Hundred Houses 