South Bronx Fantasy- or is it Real?

Sometimes it is impolitic or wrong to talk about real life, so here is a fantasy about the South Bronx, ---or is it real?

“For the love of God- That’s what I am. For him of My Mother- And I will not change; For the Holy Ghost- to comply with others.” Yeah, Yeah, Uh, Uh…” That is what the girl singer/rapper was chanting on the stage, and I started to get uncomfortable.

“Wade, why did you take me to this gay joint?” I say.
“Why, I think that lesbo chick is kind of cute.” Says Wade.
“I never thought I’d be in a little nightclub watching a female rapper called “Domini-a-trix.”

“Look, it’s cool” says Wade. “You gotta get into the feeling of these people, of the oppression. Anyway Gibson, you gotta learn to loosen up. This is fun.”

I look over this scene. It’s like all the weirdos like to hang out together. First, I’m with the greenies, and now I’m in a club that is the center for the South Bronx gays and avant-garde. I guess it’s part of being with the in-crowd of outcasts. After all, some people are on the fringe of society and get along with others like that, even if for entirely different reasons…. I’ve just drank a beer, which isn’t much, but I feel pretty high.
“So you gonna start moving in tomorrow?” I ask.
“Yeah, says Wade, “and I’m getting off from work on Monday to move all the heavy stuff in.”

“But don’t you think you oughta wait a while till you get the plasterboard in to the kitchen and cover up the pipes?” I say.
“Look Jeff, this is a great opportunity for me” says Wade, staring at me with some anger and speaking loud over the music. “Do you know, because of this deal, I’m getting back together again with Mona and with little Cleo, my little girl. She’s only 10-years old.
“I see,” I reply.
“But, this is a big chance for you too, Gibson. I can teach you more about the green movement, and about eating right too,” says Wade.
“You’re really, like, totally a vegetarian? I ask. “Like, are you vegan too?”
“No, no. I tried that, but I used to get meat fits.”
“What’s that?”
“You know, you have to go to the steak house and chow down,” says Wade. “Now I drink milk and eat eggs.”
“I guess that’s preparing you for sainthood.”