Originally Posted by Frownland

Woke up in the middle of the night to a tweaker on a sick one at the opening of our (my friend, his wife and I) tent shouting absolute gibberish at us. Dude tried to lunge in but we shoved him back out. He was still pissed and trying to get in and when he tried to come back in I slashed his face and hand with the knife I was sleeping with and my friend hit his coat and accidentally knicked my arm. When he ran off, he was polite enough so that his blood trail didn't stain our tent. Good times in Eureka.

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.