Sometimes I’m in Five Points and all I want to do is put in an American Apparel and a cupcake shop and a faux dive bar and just yup the place up so I will want to be there when I don’t have to be. But then I see a restaurant that rips off the Church’s logo:
and I’m so charmed that I think, “You know what, Five Points? You keep it real. Keep it real 24/7.” (Or really, 10/5, because you shouldn’t be there too long after dark.) Because for all the soulless things that are getting built up and developed in town, Five Points just is what it is, despite Central Atlanta Progress’ best efforts.
Would you see an entire corner storefront at, say, Atlantic Station devoted to warding off that rascally Corn-Flex?
And what could have precipitated Crunch’s ban on “poseing”? I am picturing something like a scene out of Paris is Burning that got totally out of hand.
Previously: Five Points after dusk
Tags: corn-flex, crunch's, five points
You do realize, however, that someone now thinks you’re a cop because they saw you taking so many pictures of that place. Watch out for Corn-Flex! He has a posse!
I literally can’t stop giggling about “Corn Flex,” aka best name of all time.
I hope they know to look out for him down the street at What’s Happen’G,
No “siting/anything.” Anything? Man. They must be rolling in revenue to have such a restrictive code of conduct. Gah. I hate it when the bourgeoisie move in.
god this is awesome. is Junkie & A Thief a nickname he gave to himself, his album or Crunch’s calling him out?
sometimes i miss five points. the fashion mall on marietta street can’t hold a candle to the “mall” on peachtree between alabama and MLK.
uh yeah, where else can you get giant gold hoop earrings for $1.99!!! and a bus to just about anywhere….