A Weekend In Plymouth...With Teddy Brendan Straight

As it’s two o’clock on Friday the 13 I find myself in a bit of a Jam. One: do I go to Plymouth N.H. and snowboard one more time and hang with my friend Andre Beriau and the rest of the gang or do I stay in Stur-town being totally bummed that the girlfriend is grounded and still wont sneak out to come see me even though I already know she is quite the adventurer. So after a long hard two minutes of thinking I decided to go to Plymouth and shred the white winter wave one last time. As I feel like Im getting bombarded with calls and texts from my bro he’s probably just texting me back and Im the one doing all the bombarding. Ha-Ha. So I race home call my mom on the way and tell her that she’s taking me to the bus stop in Boston at six fifteen p.m. as she complies with “I guess so” I step on the gas even harder and race home. Finally gettomg home Im lost between what clothes to pack so I pack my clothes bringing my snowboarding gear and 4 extra t-shirts and what I thought was 2 pairs of jeans happens to only be one pair but I was still fortunate it hadn’t been a snowboard boot or board M.I.A. so as I get in the car now head to Boston my moms asked where’s the notorious big cd was and I said right here and started playing the cd as I was talking to my mom about the biggie smalls or Christopher Wallace death she stops what ever she was thinking about at the time and ask in a curious pause “biggies dead?” ha-ha I came back with an outburst of laughing and told my mom Ya 2pacs dead too and asked where she was since like 96 or 98 so I get to the bus terminal after purchasing a ticket to Plymouth I get in line now I have a snowboard and a duffle bag in each hand and I realize why people are looking at me with a weird look almost in an angry avid look I think hmm what could be pissing these 50 or 60 year old men and women off but makes all the young laugh when they see my snowboard and the reason for it would be my 2 stickers that say I heart ASS! And the other says ASS WAX! as im proudly holding MY snowboard, I get an “excuse me” from behind me so I turned and say hey can I help you with something and she just simply asked me if this bus is stopping in Tilton and I replied with a I guess so? So she then asked if I was snowboarding (funny considering im holding a snowboard in my hand) so I reply with a yes and then this girl asked if I ever been to Waterville valley little des she know its where my friends lurk the best so I again came back with a “Ya…. I have Im actually going 2 loon .“ and that conversation ended once we go on the bus but don’t worry about it she was busted so as I make my way up to Plymouth NH I stop in Manchester take a quick 15 Mins to stretch but I decide to run inside snake a cup of JO and dump millions of sugars to amp me for a hell of a night in Plymouth. As I get to Plymouth I get out grab my shit and start a hike like a half mile up a hill to Andre Beriau’s apartment which is split with Ryan Stefani , Ted Lavoie and Mike Gonsalves. As I get there Im greeted with a hey its Ted…Whats up?….Wheres Totally Stoked Chuck whats hes doing. Haha as im thinking to my self haha if these dudes are asking about another one of my friends I must have two of the best friends you can get.
( Andre Beriau and Charles Larson.)

So as I settle down I get asked if the weedifer man wants to find his way into my lungs so I was not able to refuse as you might of read in the last message that the weedifer man all ways wins. So over the next few days I proudly where my wachusett fag arm snowboarding get ill with the illest dest and the flyest mikey gallant watch north shore almost every night and wait for the rain to stop so I can get agro with getting agro-wet. So stay tune you may hear more from me but right now im gonna go chill cause this computers really big and my eyes are bulging out of my head.
P.s. Get Real with Tongue!
<--eating mad pizza

<-dudes

<--another dude

<--my boo

<-loving dat ass