He was probably hand delivering them to you, got in his car and drove all the way to maine. An 1/8th of the way there, he up and hit an armadillo. Several holes got put into his radiator, knocked the oil filter off causing the oil to drain out, and then the armadillos armor got ripped off and jammed into the drive shaft. In short, his car got ****ed up. Without a car, he's been forced to walk the hard drives to you. After several miles of walking, he became dehydrated and tired so went to stay at a hotel that turned out to be a bordello. He blew all of his money on hookers and booze, woke up in the street with only the hard drives.
Hell bent on delivering you those hard drives, he got on the move with one helluva hang over and a strong burning sensation centered around his crotch area. In the end, he tried to get a ride and a trucker picked him up. Half way to maine, the trucker tires of Estes' talking all about how he has to get the hard drives to you and whacks him on the head with a police batton. While Estes is knocked out, the trucker has his way with him... then has his way with the hard drives.
Estes wakes up once more on the side of the road, with a hangover like headache, the burning sensation in his crotch, and now left to only being able to sit down on ice and a rubber donut. Nevertheless he's decided to push on, but being wary about hitch hiking his only way to get those drives to you is to walk. So, he's hundreds of miles away broke, physically in great pain, emotionally distraught, and on the verge of passing out from lack of food and water. BUT, he is hell bent on getting those drives to you. And you keep posting to destroy his good, honorable, name in the sake of finding out about your precious hard drives.
That or he's just been too busy to send you those drives free of charge.
-SW
