So, it's Monday morning, Seymour is open again, there's been a crapton of snow in the last 48 hours, and it's untouched because it was closed yesterday. And I'll be up there in two hours for the whole day.
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.