The name is well-suited because idle conversations make up my social genome...but the mind can wander to even idler places when wearing shirts this puzzling in particular. Places like the ghastly red house, appropriately labeled Littlefield, around this street corner are a possibility, with the American Horror Story kin appeal fitting the bill quite well. I only hope Jessica Lange is creeping behind the window tapestries. Peace sign in the air for Constance.
I don't want you to assume I go about scoping out sites that reignite that whole spirit phobia thing on a daily basis. Honestly, it was just an act of fate. That, and a bursting need to further investigate the sinister maison I pass rather frequently. Oops, spilled the beans. Thank goodness I'm currently making a rapid dash for the airport. You can't really ignore the siren call of New York.