I was hired as a penciler.
It was exactly an assembly line. You could look into infinity down these rows of drawing tables.
I was not too smart and constantly mouthed off and didn't know anything.
I just saw the emotion in everything, so I got to feel everything that was going on and that I was viewing, but I couldn't think in terms of structure, which is the whole point of deep focus.
In other words, DC was never harmed by the paper shortages.
But generally speaking, people weren't fired, art jobs were very hard to get, so something really calamitous had to happen to a person who was working there in order for you to find a space.