I recently moved from a lower income neighborhood which was 50% section 8. I was the lone dude who wore a tie to work. All the kids knew me, they'd yell "hey Mr. Neil!!" when I came home. Always gave them $20 on their birthdays ... even when theyd try and claim like 3 birthdays in 1 summer. Lend my mower out, write letters of support for a family when their landlord was trying to evict them.
Moved into an upper class neighborhood.
Walked out to my back yard yesterday to smoke some weed. Get high.
Then my neighbor is outside and starts talking to me about future capital losses and the tax implications. I do my best to play along w the convo but the whole time Im like "this mother f***er is gonna ruin my high making me have to brain think when I was trying to shut that shit off"