Too old for this coffee shop, too old for Bushwick in general. But it is spacious, there is inoffensive live music of the piano-and-strings variety, there is a large patio, there are little sandwiches. Everyone is very young. I watched a Juilliard boy flirt up three Pratt girls—successfully! He is going this week to the bar where the redheaded one works. He has a beard like a sea god, a gust of kelp upon his face, and was charming enough to secure a date with a stranger. Amazing to see these things actually work out.
But yes, too old for these places. I am increasingly sack-shaped, tired all the time. Bushwick is a neighborhood for wired-up young stick-persons to flirt with all their hardness. An older man is a dusty pervert in this place. But I’m of the opinion that Paul Simon covers performed by Juilliard beardos are easy to work to. What to do.