This fit right in with my own mid-'90s sensibilities: music, record stores, zines, comics, ennui, money woes, cheap apartments. Oh, the glory of it all. I started reading Jeff Levine's comics around 1994 or so (hard to nail down the date -- broken record, you see). This was the compilation that came a few years later. I wonder if he ever found happiness? (On second thought: Maybe this is/was a form of happiness? Thoughtful, gloomy happiness? Reading these sort of comics made me happy/sad -- in a good way.)