When I was 16 years old I got expelled from school and got into a bit of trouble with the law. As a result my parents and the courts thought it would be a good idea for me to spend some time at a ranch outside of Marion Montana near Glacier national park. I spent three months there. Half the time working on the ranch living in a cabin heated by a wood stove, and the other half dragging a sled on cross-country skis through Glacier park camping and mountain climbing and wiping my ass with compacted snow. It was February. It sucked hard. Here's a letter I Cole wrote me that I found today while cleaning my room.
sorry it took me so long to write back. The show at the Earl went excellent. We are starting to get a good reputation around town. The El Caminos got a write up in the Creative Loafing(free Atlanta weekly paper) and we got mentione. Your mom and Jim(ex- stepdad of mine) came to Alpha Soda(diner cole washed dishes at) and said that you might get sent to a halfway house for three months, that's ridiculous! you need to work hard at whatever you need to do to get out of there. Jim also said that you wouldn't be playing with the Blacklips anymore when you got back, and I was about to tell him to shut the fuck up, but I figured I'd play it cool. Well I hope you make it back on the 27th. Don't forget the Blacklips and the house.
I did make it back on the 27th, and kept playing with the blacklips and moved into die slaughterhaus. I'm really glad i did.