Letters from Idaho
January 5, 8, or 10, 1993
Dear Tim and Cary:
7 more inches. If it wasn’t for going to the liquor store, I’d never get out.
Must be cabin fever or I’m going snow blind from that white stuff all over my yard, but even that drunken broad I married is starting to look good.
Doesn’t matter, it’s so cold I have to tie a string and tag on my privates just to find it every morning.
You Know Who
