Whenever a new Star Wars movie comes out you get the requisite stories floating around out there about nerds like myself who have waited in line at the wrong theater, or the dudes who used actual fuel in their lightsabers. Frankly, these stories give all us decent, hard-working, clean-living SW fans a bad name. But perhaps the strangest of all the SW stories that I've heard comes to us from our very own backyard.
Next time he might want to just plunk down the five bones for a ticket. At least that way he could actually see the end of the movie before having the crap kicked out of him by the cops.