Out in the Boondocks II: Stranger in a Strange Land

The neighborhood I call home now actually isn’t all that bad. It’s certainly not as bad as some who live up this way make it out to be, and while it’s clearly downscale from the bourgeois bohemian precincts of the Gayborhood, it’s comfortable, tranquil, and not all that difficult to get to from the center of town. So why do I feel like a fish out of water?