My Entry In Writing Contest

But never one to pass a chance at a bad idea, I ended up in Mexico with these two. Louie would’ve graduated with me if he had made it out of ninth grade. The son of a wealthy architect, he rebelled and made his fortune opening head shops along the beach and striking rich in pot stocks and cryptocurrency. Now he’s in Bermuda shorts and sandals year round and we probably don’t want to know what’s in that satchel. Teddy, I call “Pony Boy”. He’s from the wrong side of the tracks and actually wears it trendy. Teddy made it to eleventh grade and made some bucks riding the rodeo. There’s nothing impressive about him, but for no reasons at all, he always impressed me. We all ran into each other last Saturday night at Tap Beer Tavern, after not seeing each other for the last four years. We started playing Quarters and somehow ended up on a road trip. I’m married now, have a new tattoo, own a pot stock and a tree house. Me, I was an accountant, graduated top of class. But now I think I’ll stay here.