A Note From the Golden Retriever of the Wild Beaver

I made it to Caribou tonight and I faced the chilling wind. I feel like hockey is in my blood today and I wish all actual players well in the NHL. There is a purity there we must keep. Maybe even Vladimir Putin is in vicinity. Films from my time on Oahu may be present too. It is all freaky, trippy reality and also the lost boys. Mystical island surfers who have been and will be forever 26, surfing the waves of the North Shore and keeping my great white population educated and active. Plentiful there and WE do care, governmentals. Maybe these surfers are rough against women touching them or their surf gear. Maybe fairly few women who have been there have teeth at all anymore. Maybe "Blue Crush" has the surfer boy staring who is just a little Greg Bogan to me. Greg, get a board. We will have them take you out next week. Never teachers, but you will be their first almighty project. Physics of the shores are changing, but the waves are not. Have fun, but CONCENTRATE. It is testosterone that brings about concentration in these heightened state. People need to stay away from Oahu for a year as they decide on their new constitution and island quarantine especially of human populations.