Jita...shit. I'm still only in Jita.
Every time, I think I'm gonna wake up back in J-space.

When I was home after my first tour, it was worse.
I'd wake up and there'd be nothing.
I hardly said a word to my wife until I said yes to a divorce.
When I was here, I wanted to be there. When I was there...all I could think of was getting back into the hole.

I'm here a week now. Waiting for a mission. Getting softer.
Every minute I stay in this station, I get weaker.
And every minute the rats squat in the holes...they get stronger.
Each time I looked around...the walls moved in a little tighter.


Everyone gets everything he wants.
I wanted a mission. And for my sins, they gave me one.