The “artist” is an aspiring playwright and an aspiring drunk, which is very different from being a paper waster and an alcoholic…he hopes desperately and tells himself often.
(there is a knock on the door)
Stuart: Yes.Detective: Are you Stuart? It’s Detective Jones, can you open the door please?
He lives somewhere and eats somewhere and drinks somewhere and writes somewhere and sleeps somewhere and does it all mostly in Manhattan and has for twenty years.
He gets on.