And you think you have problems Alex.
This morning after my alarm went off but before I actually got up I had a dream. I had just gone outside, walked to my car parked on the gravel driveway (back home in North Dakota) and noticed a parking ticket stuck under one of the windshield wipers. It was a Rice parking ticket for the amount of $220. The officer had listed my offense as (I can't quite remember but it had) something to do with having a Caspar Brotzmann Massaker CD in my car (which I didn't). The ticket was about 20 pages long and bore an eerie resemblance to a Rice Campus Store receipt (hmm, maybe that's why it was $220). The officer had helpfully noted in the ticket: "Sounds like Palace Bros!". I was about to throw it away like the last one, thinking that since I never bought a sticker they wouldn't know who I was, but as I paged through the ticket I noticed that they had written my name in it. I experienced somewhat of a shock, realizing that I might actually have to pay the $220, and all just for having a Caspar Brotzmann CD, too. I was mulling over in my mind how they had tracked me down all the way from Houston and how I would be able to evade their efforts to fine me, when I woke up.