"'Cause I just got released --"
"And now I'm homeless," I went on, "and this cup of coffee is my dinner."
"Take it easy," he said.
As much as I might have wanted to use that term in the past, I had always felt self-conscious and afraid of giving offense. The shame of privilege had restrained me. That shame had kept me from expressing a common humanity into which my incarceration had now set me free.