I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers. I am the shield that guards the realms of men.

I spent Friday night checking out the new Walmart, which is apparently a big deal because it sells anything and everything… except my all natural peanut butter. (Those fucking bastards… how can you not sell natural peanut butter.)

After picking up a bunch of stuff that I had no intention of purchasing upon entering the store, we lined up and waited… and waited… and waited… The lady in the front of the line was holding everything up because she didn’t have $2 cash to pay for her useless shit. No name brand popsicles, work out DVD, and a set of ankle weights. All things that she probably would never use, except the popsicles, because she is a fat ass. It really made me think and be glad that I’m not poor. I don’t understand how people can live in poverty, buy completely useless junk and struggle paycheck to paycheck.

The cashier was a complete noob, and had to call for back up, refund all the items, and then scan them through again, minus the weights.

I was already semi-prejudice against excessively rich people, now I have to be prejudice against poor people too? If I was poor, I think that I could save quite well. Never eat out, skimp on everything, and save, save, save… Heck, if I did that now, I’d be rich.