[He really does try to pay attention, honest! She is a friend of his and you gotta listen to your friends. But the words and concepts she is using, such as stimulants and depressants and chemistry and ADHD and shit all the words, really, are so difficult that soon he finds his mind drifting, drifting back to the little sproutlings between his legs, god they are so fuckin' awesome. Just look at those tiny lil' plants being all tiny and shit. Just a little adding of miracles and they shoot up. Can anyone explain that? No. No you can't cause that is fuckin' magic. And magic don't need no explanation.

He finally realizes that Rose stopped talking and is probably waiting for a response. To which all he can do is raise his head again, rubbing the back of his neck a bit.]

Shit, sorry, what was that what you was speaking about, a motherfucker done all went into his zone for a bit there, haha.