wandering

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You step out on to the sidewalk. It's kind of hot. Go [[forward]]

You reach an intersection. Three dudes are chilling at this corner. [[Wow.]] [[Forward]] [[Right]] [[Left]]

Do you wish to speak to them? [[Yes]] [[Forward]] [[Right]] [[Left]]

You check the crossing light and head out. There are ZERO dudes chilling at this corner. You see a light in the distance. [[Go in direction of light]] [[No, that's not wandering!]]

You stop in front of M&K Liquors. You see a pack of gum on the sidewalk. [[Pick it up.]] [[Keep moving.]]

A coupon page blows in the wind beside you. "Huh," you think. "I wonder what meats are for sale. Go check it out? [[No, that's not wandering!]] [[Keep moving.]]

You walk up to the dudes, who are still chilling. [[Hey guys.]] [[Forward]] [[Right]] [[Left]]

They don't say a word. [[Forward]] [[Right]] [[Left]]

It leads you nowhere, as God intended. [[Keep moving.]]

Silly goose. [[Keep moving.]]

Ew, that's gross. [[Keep moving.]]

There's a bird in the air. [[Chase it.]] [[Follow your intuition.]]

You chase the bird a few blocks. [[The air feels nice.]] [[Are there any dudes chilling here?]]

You skip up a couple blocks to a deli you've never been to. The sun is beginning to set, and everything is bathed in yellow. [[Nice.]]

A kid passes you on a skateboard, landing a gnarly kickflip. [[Nice.]]

You fucking bet. [[Nice.]]

Smoke a cigarette? [[Yeaaaah]] [[Naaaaah]]

The sky darkens further. [[Turn back]]

The bird plucks it from your hand regardless. [[Turn back]]

There's a group of dudes behind you, chilling. You pass them by with a brief "hello." Wait... where are you? [[I have no idea.]]

Huh. Take a guess? [[Bedford avenue]] [[Marcy avenue]]

So that means... uhhh... wait... shit [[I think I'm supposed to turn left here.]] [[I think I'm supposed to turn right here.]]

Hmm... Well, in that case -- uhh... shit I uhhh I don't... [[I think I'm supposed to turn left here.]] [[I think I'm supposed to turn right here.]]

The birds have ganged up on the corner. They're watching you. [[Uhhh... okay.]]

A man pulls next to you in a car. You pay him no mind as he follows you closely, asking: "WHERE'S THE BEEF" [[Uhhh... okay.]]

The scattering of little feet. Night descends faster and faster. [[Hmm.]]

God, you really want a Dr. Pepper right now. [[No, I don't.]]

Yes, you do. [[Stop at the deli]] [[That's not a dérive!!]]

The deli's a few blocks north of you. [[Let's go.]]

You passed the test. [[Hell yeah.]]

You get up to the corner. The dudes who were once chilling now look at you with disdain. [[Go in.]]

The deli man looks at you with dismal eyes as you plop your Dr. Pepper on the counter. "Don't tell me you let capitalism infect your dérive," he says. [[Well..]]

"Oh, come on, man. It was so simple." [[I know.]]

For shame. Guy Debord is rolling in his grave. [[:(]]

You waddle your pathetic, spectaclized body back to your home on [[Kosciuszko St.]] THE END

But you still don't know where you are. [[Oh.]]

Wanna try pulling it out on your phone? [[Fuck off.]]

Right. [[Keep moving]]

This is it -- the intersection. Home is just a block away. From the corner of your eye, you see the deli. You think of the Dr. Pepper you sacrificed for this. [[Stop at the deli]] [[Go home]]

Exhausted, worn, thirsty, but ever firm in resolve, you successfully wandered around Brooklyn for forty five minutes. Now, for your prize! [[:)]]

MORE ZOOM CLASS!!!!!!!! [[:((((((]]

Have fun. Maybe you'll hit [[ Kosciuszko St.]] again soon. THE END

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