i fear that all is not well with the state of this journey to the jemez mountain range. we lost one of the matts earlier this week to a vicious case of cantgoitis, and then the other matt succumbed to a weeklong case of notfeelinguptoititis. i thought all was lost, until receiving communications from mister b. robertson informing me that he would be pleased to join the expedition. by this time mister robertson should have received word of our misfortune and i can only pray that his will is strong and his steed stronger still, in light of the hardships we must face in the coming days.
i must end this letter, as the night grows cool and my candle wastes away to shadow. do not fear for us, for we are resigned in our fates and unshakable in our commitment to ride forth and get fucked up. pray for us my friend. i will see you in a fortnight or sooner, god willing.
until that time,