Hello friends,
I think it was the heat I noticed first. Gummy was sweating like... well a big hairy werewolf, and worse yet: a werewolf in a giant oven. That's all this place really is. Who would build a town here, anyway? We all noticed the heat long before we realized the streets outside the monster hostel had changed. Asking around we found out that we were indeed in a new area. In Phoenix, Arizona actually. That's about 750 miles from were we went to sleep. The twenty-armed bouncer had luckily moved our RV into the hostel's secret garage so it came with us. He refused a tip, saying, 'many hands made light work of it.' This has actually saved us several days travel as we had meant to start heading towards Roswell anyway. Joe Miller is none too happy about the transfer, though, but then it's probably just him not being used to such things.
It is quite hot, so we're all thankful for the RV's A/C. It's 111° according to the dashboard. I think we'll make good time as we won't be making as many stops with this heat. Even Sunny is miserable and he loves the sun more than any of us. Roswell is less than a day's drive so we should be there by this evening. I'll send another postcard when we get there.
Your friend,
Felipe Femur
P.S. I've been putting the stamps on the wrong side of these postcards this whole time. I'm such a numb-skull sometimes!
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