Bean Beans good for ya Heart?

SO I went to Boston this weekend. On Saturday, I slept for an hour before Sonny’s Son drove me to the base of the Manhattan Bridge so I could catch my bus. I was about 15 minutes late because of some random ass traffic on the FDR @745am on a Saturday. But it was all good. Fo' I am a G. and the next bus came 4 minutes after the first left.

My homie SuitKase picked me up from 700 Atlantic avenue around 2 pm on Saturday after I got through the station. We went over to Gayhead street and dropped off my bag and said hello to some family and continued onto the BBQ. I called my relocatedBoston Boo and she aint pick up, again. However I knew she was gonna be at work til late afternoon so I was not trippin off of that too much. Me and SuitKase ride on down in the Blue Bu to Somerville Mass to a Dana Hall reunion. Dope ass garage BBQ wit tender ass chicken and sweet corn on the cob.
I sees Agnes and gives her a hug and we chop it up for a minute. I pass along all of the information about what everyone is doing and who I have spoken to within the last 5,6,7,8 months and we discuss for a while. I forgot to tell you all that my stomach was on some geyser shit. I knew it was gonna pop off but I just did not really know when.
So the whole time im there and trying to fulfill my nourishmental duties, I am nervous as all hell. Anyway, the hostess with the huge breastses was talking to me about something and I asked her to repeat herself cuz I clearly was not listening. I watched these crazy broads play beer pong for like an hour while waiting for the next step in our journey. It was a good time though.
So we mosey on over to Niketown to see grown ass#3. I also thought I was gonna get some kicks but alas they aint have my size so I left them alone. So grown ass number #3 get in the car and I finally hit relocated BostonBoo on the cell fone to see if she wanted to get up. So we all deciedde to get grub then hit up the flicks later. We go back to gayhead street and we find out the time, location of the flicks and we make plans concrete. Then we changed them. Then we cemented them, again. So while dinner is getting readied my the Boston/Haitian mom of the year and her helper, we steal grownass#3 aka Navigator to get us to the fenway movies (so we can get the tickets in advance and also be productive as the grub gets prepared and relocatedBostonBoo gets dressed) bring us over to UMass boston to pick up relocatedBostonBoo in the Blue Bu. SO we finally gets there and we head back to Gayhead street for the grubbery.
Damn that shit was dope. It was soo dope I almost had to get 2,3 plates forgetting we were just getting grub before we hit the flicks some chicken breast chunks wit bream broccoli and some sort of linguini. Aww man. Tasted like candy out this muphukka.
So we all piled into the blue Bu and hotfooted it up in the theater. We get up in the crowded ass room and quickly find 6 available seats. Immediately I start to wonder how I could try to play ‘touchbutt’. But I get distracted by the coming attractions and such.
Anyways the long ass flick comes on and then goes off and I am left with a feeling of ‘dat was some bulllllshit’. No one of the good guys dies. NONE. That’s wak not even a foot solider type henchman.
Anyways we make our way to Gayhead street and to chill and seems like everyone is dead tired(which makes sense since everyone has been up since before 9 am and it is now 2am) me, relocatedbostonboo and SK watch Jackass for like an hour before SK decides he is ready to drop shorty off. Real talk, I was dead tired from after the flicks so I ready for her to get dropped off then, but I knew there was no way I was gonna be able to express myself without sounding nutz. So I just chetdephukup. We dropped homegal off and made it back toGayhead street safe and sound. And go to sleep virtually immediately.

Sunday I awoke (somewhat) to a blaring smoke detector. I lifted one eyelid open (at the moment which eyelid eludes me) to make sure it wasn’t a fire. I recognized (sans contacts mind you, which for me is quite impressive) that they were fanning the smoke detector and went right de fuk back to sleep. I was tired dawg. Like a double shift of pickin cotton tired. So I wakes up speak to SK about the day’s plan and he leaves to drive some folks around and I expect him back within 35-45 minutes so I jumps into the shower and gets my cleansing on. I jumps out clean and then gets dressed and watch the Mets dismantle the Braves, again. I was hype. SK comes back raring to go. Therefore, we out. Cuz im hype wit mad hours of sleep in my pocket. So we go walkin up to the strip mall and see whatup. Aint shit poppin. I calls my relocatedBostonboo and her punk ass was dead sleep, but I knew that she told me she was gonna be comatosed til late afternoon. So SK and I went about running thru the streets in Cambridge watching the folks and being the rare species that were are.
Finally after we get back to Gayhead street and grab my stuff relocatedBostonBoo hollers back like’ yo im up but I really think im going back to sleep very soon, but im here’. SK andAgnes had 7pm flight so they decided to drop me off the relocatedBostonboo’s crib @6 and then they boogied on to their flight. I walked into the gated community passing by the guy wit the lump/ tumor on his eyebrow, passing by the gang of old people who just stared at me. Also passing by the group of big black dudes wit 2, 3 white guys and a white girl playing soccer on the central green. It made me smile. I flashed back to Conncoll for a tiny sec. I rings the bell and madame buzzes me in
…..to be continued….. tune in next time for