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This Ain’t Your Mother’s Library!
I have to admit, although I am a big fan of libraries in principle, I am not too be big on them in reality. I am simply too boisterous a person to sit still and/or quiet for terribly long. Thankfully today I decided to swing by P.S. 34 to take some much overdue photographs. On the way there I passed by Greenpoint’s very own branch of the Brooklyn Public Library and learned it is a much more swinging place than I had ever imagined.
Fed up with the ridiculous rents landlords are demanding nowadays? If so you are not alone. Why not take a lead from this guy and place all your worldly effects in your minivan, park it in front of the library and take a nap? That’ll show those greedy sons of bitches who’s boss!
Junior high is such a drag. Especially when your mom nags at you about smoking and shooting up in front of company. Stupid bitch. No worries, you can loiter in front of the library and get your fix. No one will care if it is a school day!
These are but two of the delights that await you if you decide to walk by the Norman Avenue branch of the Brooklyn Public Library. Given what I saw outside the premises it begs the question as to what these folks see fit to keep behind closed doors. Dewey decimal poker? Stag microfilm viewings? Reference desk key parties?
Librarians are a very kinky lot, after all.