At my haircut on Wednesday, my stylist, Josh, was talking about his recent move from Uptown--where Kito and I live--to Andersonville. Josh praised his new neighborhood for its "sense of community," presenting the place as a pocket of small-town charm where lesbian couples push strollers on tree-lined sidewalks in the falling dusk and neighbors call out friendly greetings to one another--neighbors who aren't, as in Uptown, cracked out or crazy as a road lizard.
I thought of his remarks the next evening when Kito and I were walking home from the gym and a scraggly man clutching a 40 called us over. "If either of you boys get some pussy tonight," he said, "I want you to dust that pussy off for me. Dust it off!"
What, you need more community than that?
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