Going hand in hand with the increase in public boning, an upturn in the number of people spotted with backpacks on in local bars has correlatively escalated as well. By cutting out the need for a place to stay, Bushwickians are now better able to afford their burgeoning bar tabs.
“Storing all my shit in my backpack has not only forced me to take a more Buddhist approach to life with regard to material and possessions, but it’s also really made it easy for me to save money. I usually just hit the Starbucks in the McKibbin to wash my face and take a Mexican shower,” espoused Bushwick backpacker Shawn Breezy, a 24-year-old who is clearly still young enough not to care about hygiene.
Admittedly, the ratio of youths carrying backpacks in bars is a lot higher when compared to the 30+ set. Reese Mule, a 32-year-old bartender at The Narrows who has taken note of the recent trend, commented, “You’d never catch me in a bar with a backpack on. I’m old enough now to have some regard for my sense of dignity.” Barnaby Landis, a foreign vagrant approaching 30, begged to differ on the matter. “It has nothing to do with dignity. It has to do with embracing freedom and lightness. You’ll never catch me with an apartment or without a backpack.”
Written by Genna Rivieccio