do you ever try to concisely sum up one particular actually fairly minor part of your childhood, go on for a solid 13 texts, and suddenly realize your childhood was, like, actively batshit at all times

had to specify that the bikers that hung out with my (second cousin who I have always called my aunt) were not the same bikers who hung out with my (great aunt on the other side who I have always called my aunt)'s coven

and that strangely a lot of the wiccan bikers are like hardline conservatives now

(mom suddenly & belligerently leaving the coven will be a mystery I'll never really crack, but it involved a number of passive-aggressive tattoos, several passive-aggressive sealed clay jars, and me having to turn down several gifts of inexplicably expensive jewelry from my aunt)

and I can't possibly emphasize enough that this was, like, an incredibly unimportant footnote in my childhood