Scooting product (for lines) around on the back of this small hardcover copy of What To Do When You Don't Know What To Do About Bad Habits And Addictions, a book I found in a free library on the southside of town

After taking a hit of weed, just a teeny hit (been fussy all day)

I felt okay. Didn't even crush em yet, just scoot, scoot scoot . . scoot scoot scoot scoot . . scoot scoot . . scoot

Meditative repetition, slipped into

And then the random thought popped into my head,

I want to listen to boogie woogie music

Onto the Madonna, which my mom and I used to blast while we cleaned house back when I lived there.

I try not to think about how much I miss my family.

There's a reason I distanced myself originally, because my two youngest brothers were toddlers when I was in high school and so the house usually stayed a chaotic loud mess when everybody was home. I maybe could have helped more, but my parents would rather me focus on school, go to my extracurriculars, and hold a part-time job at the time.

Back to the Madonna.

I love Madonna.