Later in the year, I was locked out of my apartment for a day and a half while my roommate was out of town. (I'd taken out the trash and accidentally let the door lock behind me.) I went to work and slept on a couch. The next day, I walked out into the city, and joined a worker's/immigrant/women's rights parade. When I was finished with it, I peeled off and sat down to draw the building at the end of this street. I don't remember what it is.