Del here. So, that's what happened. I wondered where Shane was to. Holee frig, man! That is, like, real friggin bad news bout Shane, Don. Life sucks and then ya die, eh? But, like, why was he after the mailbox on friggin MAIN STREET, man? I mean, like, ya gotta hit the green machines (get it? green? machines? get it?) at, like, a trailer park er sometin man. Not a lotta EI and Welfare checks in a box on Main Street, right? Wait. It WAS a GREEN box, right? Tell me it was NOT a friggin RED box, like, where people put their mail, right? No friggin way, eh? Anyway, I hope Jeni don't hold no little slip up against him. A guy's gotta blow off a little steam every now and then, right? Good story eh. Tell him ta stick to it right. So, like, they sent him to a rehab type place, eh? Maybe that is the best for him. You should tell him to take up countin. Dale called me and told me his boss is learnin him countin and book stuff. That is good on accounta Dale is mechanically declined. I woke up in Doaktown one night because the friggin guy was too pussy to put the truck up against a tree to clunk er. Friggin guy eh? Okay, like, I gotta git cause I gotta study these floor plans Dale sent me sos I kin figger out how ta best open up one a these here stores and it's almost dark and today was the last Saurrday of the month. Keep on keepin on. Later eh.