Getting Weird

This is a flyer I wrote up for a "get weird" party thrown by my roommates in college. The idea was to print out a bunch of copies and hang them up around the party for people to read. Never really got around to that part, but, anyway, it survives here:

Brownstones

I was sitting alone at a bar in Williamsburg. A girl ("Caroline") approached me. We struck up conversation. I asked her what she did. She told me she was a pre-school teacher. I'd spent the previous year of my life teaching kindergarten in South Korea. I told her this. She furrowed her brow.