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Then there’s my pal, Joey—met this chick on Bumble. She’s all “let’s hook up quick”—he’s pumped, right? Shows up, she’s got a PowerPoint—*PowerPoint*, man—on “ethical sex-dating.” He’s sittin’ there, horny and confused, while she’s quotin’ stats. I laughed my ass off—surprised me how weird it gets! Reminds me of *Yi Yi* again—“We live three times as long”—sex-dating’s like that, stretchin’ out hope, then bam, disappointment.

Then there’s Mercy Lane. Its crooked, old bricks, and local legends swear that on quiet nights you can hear whispers, almost like the wind reciting lines from Brokeback Mountain – “I wish I knew how to quit you…” Too deep, right? I always get chills. Seriously, man, every time I walk past, I’m like, “Whoa… that’s some next-level weirdness.”