i didn't order assholes with my whiskey

Alright, so, I just gotta ask. I'm sure it's probably a little strange to use this place like Craigslist or something, but fuck if a man doesn't need a damn job. So, I guess this is me reaching out for a little help? I'm a teacher. Was a teacher, if anyone needs one of those. And Raylan, he's ... well, he's Raylan, but he's here, too. So, if you need either of our skill sets, we're your man. Men? Whatever. I'm down to slim pickings, alright? Could use a little extra in my pocket, y'all. ....Did I just type y'

You know, Raylan almost forgot how much he fucking hated Easter in Harlan. Then he had the unfortunate pleasure of finding out all over again. God, I never thought I'd miss Boston. This place is a damn nightmare.

I guess there's no time like the present. Hi there, folks. Name's Jack Brewer. Uh, I'm relatively new around these parts so be gentle? I can't say I'm much for introductions, so I guess I'll just have to do my best here.

I'm a History teacher — not always a very good one. I've been a reincarnate for a few months now. The guy upstairs likes cowboy hats and slinging guns. Don't ask me why. I don't really like to talk about it. Or him. But since I'm here, I'm sure that's probably bound for change.

Fuck, there's just not much to tell. I'm a pretty simple guy with simple taste. Not in a Heath Ledgery Joker kinda way, either.

I should also probably forewarn you all that if we ever have a conversation, it's a known fact that my reincarnate will interrupt. It just kind of happens. I try not to question it.

So.. hi?