I was just casually talking with my mostly white, white collar coworkers about drug legalization. I made an offhand joke about how nearly all my old school friends dealt drugs, mostly just weed, at one point or another to make ends meet.
Shocked silence. Mumbles. That weird pursed lip thing that white, white collar types do.
Luv 2 not be able to make friends at work because of a fundamental disconnect between our formative experiences. Luv 2 probably have just hurt organizing efforts because I spooked the people I'm trying to organize :deeper-sadness: