A conversation with my boyfriend last (Monday) night, as we drove north on Moreland Avenue past Little Five Points:

Me: What’s that new place?
Him: What new place?
Me: Bang On.
Him: Dunno.
Me: You know what would be really funny, though? If it was a whorehouse.
Him: That would be funny. It looks more like a punk vintage clothing shop, though.
Me: Little Five could use a whorehouse more.

(And now I think, maybe a punk vintage whorehouse. Serving all gender identities, by necessity: the residents could dress up as Nancy Spungen, or Richard Hell . . .

Maybe I’m just weird.)