bethofalltrades

Second from the bottom-left corner with the green (and pink) rubbery things on them = mine. Given to you in Brooklyn while you were sort of drunk so I didn't expect you to remember.

Here is the story:

These are the keys to the costume closet in the theater of my high school. I was trusted with the keys to all the nooks and crannies of the theater in my junior year, and was never asked to give them back. One day, very soon after I had graduated, I went in and raided the closet for cool new clothes, as revenge for an incident where the powers-that-were forced my favorite teacher (we called her "The Great Kate") to retire after she put on a production of The Laramie Project without approval from "The Board."

Maybe it was wrong, but some of my favorite items of clothing came from that costume closet.