Got home from work today to find my recently purchased copy of "Terror Street" folded damn near in half and stuffed into my apt. sized micro mailbox! The bastards won't fold most of the junk that I recieve, and I am constantly having to run to the post office and pick up this crap, but somehow they figured if they crammed this one enough it would fit. Damnit! I'm pissed! I tried to see some kind if irony, you know, with buk and the post office thing. but no. fuckit. I'm Pissed! Very minimin damage, but still. (Pissed)