Yesterday, I went around to New York City coffee shops and bars in the middle of the afternoon to find hipsters hanging out with seemingly nothing to do and asked what everyone wants to know: why aren't you at work?

I'm a freelancer writer. You're reading the proof right now. I spend a lot of my time working at coffee shops full of people like me in the middle of the day. Sometimes I peek over at other people's computer screens to see if they're working, too. Maybe they're trust fund kids? Maybe they're hustling for a paycheck, just like me? I wanted answers from real hipsters, and I found them at the most hipster spot on the planet, Bedford Ave in Williamsburg, Brooklyn.