I’m dancing on the chair again. My clothes are on this time. The groove has my feet moving and my spine tingling. I know Troy just called and asked me to come across town to Carmen’s house but I need this right now. The transition from Blowing It into I Live for That Look lifts me and if I could I would float over the puke orange carpet covering the floor of my parent’s basement. My dad’s gone and my mom’s at work. I just got home from Butner and I still have $4,000 of my state retirement fund in the bank. I’ve got nothing really pressing to do so I think Troy and Carmen can wait a few minutes while I dance on this chair.