Saturday, April 15, 2006
Last night I was out celebrating a friend’s birthday at a bar in Brooklyn when I felt a funny sensation from the pocket of my hoodie, like it had caught on something. I reached in and pulled out a little rubber frog, wrapped in a note.



In case you can’t read the note, it reads:
Hi! My name is Astrid. Take me home & love me. I’ll love you too. (over) or you can just keep me in your pocket & carress me, oh so gently.
Yay strangers dropping random things into my clothes while I’m getting drunk! It’s like there’s a happening in my pocket and everybody’s invited.
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