This is a 100 percent true story. It happened when I was a frehsman at NYU. I had to spend one semester there since I got "deferred admission" to Binghamton since everyone in my genius nerd high school was told to apply there as their "safety school" and my 89.5 GPA couldn't compete with their 98.9s. I didn't really enjoy my stay at NYU since I was commuting and that sucked and NYU doesn't really have a campus and is full of spoiled rich kids from out of state who think they're cool because their parents were willing to dish out $40k a year so their kids could get wasted every night in Soho. The events in this comic took place at a bar that is gone now. It was called Poppolini's or something like that and was notorious for serving minors — so much so that NYU's humor magazine published a Poppolini's ID that consisted of a drawing of a stick figure for the photo.