I n the early s, I saw Woody Allen perform, sometimes for no pay, at comedy clubs in Greenwich Village — the Bitter End, Upstairs at the Duplex — on occasion falling flat. Th ere was the night he go t no laughs. Working for no money, or maybe 50 bucks, and not a single laugh.
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Every man fears a woman will invade his space-even a wimpy bachelor like Eno. Stick-skinny and hapless with women, Eno lives with his dog Fang on one side of a duplex. Theirs is a messy, manly-man bachelor pad filled with beer, salty snacks, and power tools.
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Once upon a time there was a duplex where a young bachelor named Eno and his dog, Fang, shared an ultra-macho haven of beer, snacks, power tools and male-bonding. Suddenly, their lives turned co-ed when Gina and her poodle, Mitzi, moved into the other half of their building, putting Eno and Fang's chauvinistic natures at odds. The Duplex is a dichotomy of bath salts and sports balms, with only a 4-inch slab of drywall separating the two.
The Duplex has been published in numerous newspapers as daily comic strips and on the Internet. A collection of strips is also available in the form of a comic album. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.