So, I’m sitting at the bar of an espresso shop in the Lower East Side. . .
March 20th, 2008
. . . having many shots (of course), contemplating what to do with my last 10 hours in Manhattan
. . . which is also the waiting area for a small off-off Broadway theater, and the whole place is full of older wizened theater goers all in line for The Seagull.
Bizarre.
Surreal.
Fuckin’ killer Ethiopian espresso pulls. Now I go to Strand Bookstore, and then Max Brenner for paper and chocolate fixes, respectively.
