A sort of tired and demented Haight-Ashbury, Little Five is about as west-coast-weird as Atlanta lets itself get. But there's enough going on here, from shopping to bars to concerts, to entertain from the late afternoon until the early morning. It's such a bizarro, junky wonderland that sometimes it is difficult to tell the difference between the vagrants, the up-start rappers, the crustpunks and the hipsters.