For a while, Shem lived in a house on St Urbain with Crescent and Alan and Crescent's then 3-year old son Breeze... he drove cab at night and worked on a series of clay sculptures by day. The sculptures were great, but never were good enough for Shem's inner artist, so he always melted them down and redid them. Seemingly none were ever going to be finished. Eventually, his friends started to steal his work while he was out in the cab-- the only way they would ever be preserved. 
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