The M eating Joint

There is a new eatery place in my hood, you don't want to know where i live, believe me. But it’s called The Meating joint whatever that name means....and so my best friend Grace who happens to be the social elite in our groupie of two comes up with this brilliant idea that we should say hello to the eatery... as a good sign of neighbor-ship, whatever that means.

Although on diet, i decide it never hurt nobody to try as we proceed to the eatery on one fateful Saturday. The place is buzzing with humanity; no doubt they like it here, i sigh in relief. We secure our wooden seats next to the window just in case, you know these kind of places... Grace is happy i could attend. She doesn't know that i did it for her, we have had our fair share of trouble in the past but she has always been there for me, so why not oblige? 

It’s no secret that I am a vigorous and unapologetic carnivore, but I've decided to weigh in on a subject I've been thinking about for years: why is it OK for me to eat another sentient creature. This I believe: to eat humanely raised and slaughtered animals is not only ethical, it’s important to our humanity. I don’t argue against vegetarianism, and do believe that our diets should be composed mainly of plants, as Michael Pollan rightly simplifies it. I don’t believe anyone has the right to tell anyone else what they’re allowed to eat. And while I’m an admirer of the great intelligence of Peter Singer and his talents as a writer, I believe vegan-ism as practiced by most is Self-righteous at best, and at worst harmful arrogance. What I can say for vegan-ism is that it’s a superlative weight-loss strategy. And that's what i was working on before Grace came up with this gracious idea, Weight-loss.

The food comes in bulk, plates so full you would think its charity. Grace is so happy, she is on top of everything munching ,chewing, talking and selfies...all this while i am meditating wondering where the meat came from, if the large amount of Beef  in our  plate and several other customers plate is worth the Little cash we will pay. Personally, i love grilled chicken but today's menu is BEEF, for all your calories need; i eat reluctantly. Surveying around i notice my immediate foe Mr. Martin; my big bellied landlord... Oh, what is he doing at this place??Loaded with a plate of steaming beef and sliced Ugali. Such coincident! So that's why his body looks like a pack of disparaged potatoes sack? i don't mean to be rude but Lord! His sight is disgusting. Seated with him are his common goons, i know their faces so well because one night i was about to be moved out of my place by these very misers. To think i didn't notice them before, they give me the creep... i immediately rise up fighting the bile in my throat, i tag Grace behind me with her questioning glance,  quickly pay  the bill and we leave as fast as we came.. my stomach is so upset i feel like puking...and i puke... i turn around to see the object of my nightmare staring back at me with a slight smile of victory on the corners of his crooked mouth....ever so slowly he says… ‘So, even the rich frequent these kinds of joint....? Before i turn blue with fury he adds, 'remember to pay your rent in full this time Miss Glass house! I think i have been food poisoned. Is my last thought.