Ironic that you're having such a crappy season on the hill but you have snow in your backyard. We've been getting just totally dumped on at the local mountains (57 cm today), but nothing at street level.
Yeah, that's me, Tracer Bullet. I've got eight slugs in me. One's lead,
the rest bourbon. The drink packs a wallop, and I pack a revolver. I'm
a private eye.