being back ain't bad,
but being stuck in Brooklyn
is the worst, because...
I appreciate that it’s not pretending to be located in Paris.
where you must ask yourself a simple question:
do I dance or do I not dance?
If it’s a dancing night, I consider Lot 45.
that’s ideal for every situation
from casual weeknight drinks
to a low-key (upcoming) birthday hang in the backyard.
if you picked up a dilapidated country club/drug den from 1969
and stuck it in the middle of Bushwick;
I like this place best.
...I don't even drink anymore,
just need a place to hide and write.