“I thought I was following the right path home, but my footsteps had been covered up by the snow, so I couldn’t tell anymore. I ended up in Ridgewood.” So went the plight of Eddie Mundayne, just one of many Bushwickians struggling to retrace their footsteps back home in the wake of constant snowfall.
The snow began to disperse itself lightly–at first–last night at prime bar time. “Usually, when it’s summer, I can Hansel and Gretel that shit with some lines of hot honey, but in winter, I rely on footprints,” noted Andrew Klever, a 39-year-old who knows the ins and outs of drunken stumbling in a directionless manner at this point in his life.
With the majority of our “quaint town” covered in snow (with plenty more to come tonight), most residents have been walking around aimlessly since last evening following any sign of a footprint to lead them back home. Luckily for a large majority, the bar is already their home to begin with.
Written by Genna Rivieccio