"Acele."

"Why wouldn't it be?"

"I don't know man, have you been down Boogie Street? It's a little bewildering."

"Oh, I'm sorry... have I not told you I'm a raging alcoholic who recently drank himself into an oblivion so deep he can't even remember what sounds like the biggest street in the city?"

"Uh... no?"

"Because I'm not. Now tell me something else about Noid."

"Sure..." she says, slightly disoriented. "What do you want to know?"

"Well, I am."

"Okay, then you should go and take a look, I guess. Boogie Street is cool. It's got a lot of immigrants and all kinds of different people."

"Oh, and I'm also a raging fascist who doesn't approve of different people -- so no, I don't think I'll be going."

"Unfortunately, I can confirm that."

"Okay." She shrugs. "To each his own."

"It's unlikely I'll make it there. Chest pains. Need to continue drinking. But thank you."

"They do say death is an avenue. Like all the others." She's silent for a second like she's going to add something. But she doesn't.

"I might just do that if I make it there alive."

"Yeah," she says, then opens her mouth like she's about to add something, but doesn't.

"Let's say I haven't been down Boogie Street."

"Actually, tell me about the others."