In Arizona

I should have written in this thing like thirty five times since I got here, because there has been many unusual things. Many unsual things, not the least of which being hanging out with my three brothers at my brother Brett's place, who owns many automatic weapons. Eric has just informed me that he only has one, and it is not automatic. "I have a revolver. .357 Magnum. Snubnose." Andrew is sulking in the bedroom, even though I haven't seen him for 5 years, because Eric called him an alcoholic, after refusing to give him a Jager Bomb.