Its official, I'm the Marshal of Deadwood. I have a badge to prove it. Honestly!
This morning I received all the little goodies I could possibly want from my homie Matt in South Dakota. It took him the whole summer as he had to find an able horseman to run it on through to Cheyenne, Wyoming, their connection to the civilized world (now that's just not nice). It was worth the wait. Thanks, yo.
9.27.2006
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Can I be the Sol Starr to your Seth Bullock? Though, I would really would like to be your Swearengen. Understandably, that kind of power isn't given up without a fight. Right, chief?
Wow, South Dakota is so cool I don't know why I am leaving.
K- if you think I can pull off Swearengen, you can be anyone you want. M- I finally figured out why you are the only person from South Dakota I know... nobody wants to leave.
K- I don't think I have the brooding capabilities necessary...
I want to see a photo of the badge
I feel like an ungrateful son, I've thought of a few good reasons to leave - just a few mind you.
I think a few good reasons can beat out filial obligations.
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