Even though he had always been careful, his mother had always had her ways of discovering his little problems.. No matter how hard Artie tried to hide it from her, no matter how severe or small the problem seemed, she would always discover his dirty little secrets.. When he first tried smoking the herb.. She caught him.. And the beer that he had stashed in the basement, she found it.. But this time Artie knew it was really bad stuff that he was getting into.. This shit here pulled him into its web, and there wouldn’t be any pulling away from it, it was a deep dark hole that he was crawling into, but he couldn’t help it.. This time he waited until she wasn’t home.. Off playin bridge with the girls or so he thought.. This time he’d hid it from her too well, and he was certain that she didn’t suspect that there was a problem amiss. This night she was away, and Artie had the house all to himself.. He’d carefully planned out the nights plans as soon as she told him about the bridge game.. He in fact had been carefully planning it all week, and even now as he moved quietly from room to empty room to ensure that he was completely alone, he could feel the anticipation building the thought of getting off made him so excited that he’d completely forgotten to check his mothers room where she lay waiting for him to make his mistake.. He crept down into the dark hallway that led to the basement where he kept it hidden so well.. Or so he thought.. His palms were wet with nervous sweat as he slid the box out from under the bed where he slept in his basement room, he was so excited he never heard her moving silently down the hall and up to the very edge of the doorway.. He saw her just in time and tried to slide the box back under the bed, “Artie? Honey.. What are you onto this time? And Please baby.. I’m your mother .. Please don’t lie to me..” he shook his head rapidly.. “no ma, its nothing really.. I’m not doin anything.” she looked down at the floor “Honey.. Whatever you’re into now.. We can get through this together, I’ll help you anyway that I can..” He slowly pulled the box out from under the bed and she leaned over to look inside, where she saw the gray colored laptop computer… “ARTIE NO!!!” he looked at the floor.. “Ma… I’m a………..blogger…..” Nooooooooo!!!

Scratch…… 2006.….