the same Denial shit as persons without teeth
considering maybe dropping in on some sort of Substance Anonymous meeting and everything like that, basically as just something to do, the exact same roundabout Denial shit as persons without teeth
Context
The book's class-leveling thesis in a single decoded sentence: the whom-saying upscale boy, planet of privilege away from Johnette's South Chelsea, reaches for the recovery world in the identical roundabout Denial grammar she hears from toothless street addicts — idle, speculative, just something to do. Addiction erases the class gulf absolutely; the hedged, deniable approach to help is the same on every rung of the ladder.