My adventure began on May 25, 2012 at 10:10pm. I arrived at the airport with a one way ticket from San Diego to Boston. Took the red eye east, San Diego to Boston with an hour layover in Philadelphia. It was a long night and an early morning. I finally made it to Boston Logan after touching down briefly in Philly.
#Exhausting
Picture me getting out of a taxi at Boston's north station with two duffles, a day pack, ear phones still in, irie eyed, pants sagging to low, and my skateboard under my arm (obviously). After giving the cab driver too big of a tip I waddled my way through the crowd and just made it on the outbound train to Beverly Farms.
#Waddling
Most people who live in Boston travel via train to the beaches close to my grandparents house on the weekend. Since this was a saturday morning it was peak hour for bleach white Bostonians to have any chance at catching some rays at the beach. So while I was sweating my tits off acting as the world's strongest man, there are numerous Beantown locals lathering themselves in sun screen and making sure to drink plenty of icy cold fresh dank pure amazing refreshing water right next to me. Sweet.
#Shoobies
I proceeded to pull some random photo off the internet relating to my perception:
I finally made it to my grandparents house and had about 8 hours before my Uncle Billy drove me back to the airport for my flight to Spain...