It’s mid-morning in February, Obama-era, in the northeastern section of Brooklyn known as “Bushwick”. We settle in the living room of an old warehouse style apartment where Skip, Beatrix, and Byron are on the hunt for the perfect subletter.
Little do they know that the events of the previous night, a muddy haze in the form of a hangover, are gonna throw a wrench in all their plans.
“Bushwick”, a 60 minute one-act, is an Obama-era love letter to the millennial whose constant struggle with #yolo and #fomo becomes a crippling factor in the ever-evolving need to make meaning. #seemeseeme #likemelike #knowmeknowme