Hey Rhode...
How ya doing over there with all that snow? You haven't killed anyone yet, right?
"I fucking hate it here, and I want to go to bed. I called Dad and asked him for help, and he said he would have one of the cities come over the next time they fronted, and then Portsmouth came over and laughed at me trying to shovel snow, raided my kitchen, and left without helping. Newport at least came over to help, but Portsmouth is dead to me."













