chapotraphouse

Dear Engels,

The devil alone knows why nothing but ill-luck should dog everyone in our circle just now. I no longer know which way to turn either. My attempts to raise money in Infernal Views and Dusty Greens have come to nought, and it might, of course, have been foreseen that $10,000 couldn’t help me to stem the avalanche for more than a couple of weeks. In short, all hell is let loose, as I clearly foresaw when I came up to Amity Airfield and despatched my prebuilt 1:1 recreation of Magic Mountain's X as a last coup de désespoir. If I don’t succeed in raising three thousand guests, then the park here has barely another two weeks to go.