In February, I packed my stuff and went to Sugarloaf, Maine for a while. (Five days to be exact.)
They had a new pipe. Word was that Seth Wescott was looking for some competition.
I skied. I snow-ploughed. I sang Britney Spears in a karaoke.
There was no fungal ingestion this time.
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Me, freestyling.*
Backside 180. In the pipe. Lookin' down a barrel. It's real.
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