Me: You got tattoos also?
Girl #1: Yes.
Me: Also a mathematical symbol?
Girl #1: No, I have literary tattoos.
Me: Ah, nice. What do we got? Some e.e. cummings?
Girl #2: [Screams] I have an e.e. cummings tattoo.
Me: You have an e.e. cummings tattoo! Look at this, guys! [Applause.] Hello fate. Welcome to the man who is able to guess tattoos. This is my carnival trick. I'm gonna bring out the bearded lady next.
Girl #1: She works at our school. She works at Pratt.
Me: This girl does?
Girl #1: No, the bearded lady does. She teaches the circus class.
Me: God. What do you have to do to be a professor there? Do they just hire them at Coney Island? You're a midget who can drive a nail through your nostrils — come be a professor at Pratt. You can teach the digital media class. Is the bearded lady a good teacher?
Girl #1: She teaches the circus class. You can't take it as a freshman.
Me: Yeah, you need to be a little more EXPERIENCED before you take the circus class. "We don't let just anyone tame the lions at Pratt." Circus class! What are you doing with your lives? How much does this school cost you a year?
Girl #1: $43,000.
Me: Oh my god. Well, you'll all make it back in the art world so no worries there.
(Fyi, the tattoo was the opening line to this poem.)
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