Originally Posted by WhateverDude

I had this terrifying dream that me and a friend were caught in the middle of a gang fight and somehow got tangled up in it. This huge dude came after my friend with a big ass hunting knife and she got cut in the stomach trying to defend herself with a broken coca cola bottle. Then the dude came after me and I had a piece of the same bottle. After that I just remember watching my friend hunched over puking blood and then collapsing in the street.

Yeah. So I woke up pretty sweaty and distraught, took a shower, and thought about what it must be like to live in places were things like that actually happen. Every day.

Originally Posted by J.R.R. Tolkien

There is only one bright spot and that is the growing habit of disgruntled men of dynamiting factories and power-stations; I hope that, encouraged now as ‘patriotism’, may remain a habit! But it won’t do any good, if it is not universal.