The battle for Helm's Deep was nothing compared with the struggle that I am going through to get myself and my buddies LOTR tickets. I mean, come on guys, we know the king returns, what more do you need? This should be something special, that I have tickets to, not some schmoe down the street who doesn't even know that there are books out there, let alone the ones that the movies are based on. Ridiculous, almost makes me wish I was still a huge pirate. Yeah, nothing like making lots of fat cash off of some new release. Those were the good old days. Now I just sit here, broke, waiting for some food and a break in the clouds to allow a dash to some seedy burger joint surrounded with people who don't even know who they are anymore. Yeah, society blows. *swishes his long morbid hair back over his head* Yeah, fuck all yall. Seriously though, it seems that I may actually get my package, so I should be veiled in a thick shroud of delicious smoke in no time. Most excellent. And now to return to my humble couch and go back to sleep to prepare for the midnight run to catch the train. The guards never watch the last car, and there may even be a bit of food in there this time. We can't fail, the border is only a few miles away, I'm sure we'll be able to make it across this time, and see all the people that this horrible division has ripped away from us. Damn you Texas, and... uh, West Texas. Think they are so much better then us living in their own houses and driving cars and not waiting behind thirty other tired people to get a bit of bread so that you can drag your way through the day doing your mindless work. Next thing you know they will put up a big wall or something...