short stories about ohio

I like to think that, for some reason, small events often set the mood for occassions. A subtle joke, a passing animal, a strange looking local freak… whatever. Sometimes you can just see something and say ‘okay, I know exactly how this weekend is going to go.’

This weekend I went on a trip with some friends of mine, including my soon-to-be-school-roommate Brian. On our way to Destination Ohio by car (anywhere from a 5 to, sadly, 9 hour ride) we stopped at one of Indiana’s beautiful and scenic rest stops for lunch.

I take a look to my left, and immediately, I know exactly how this weekend is going to go. This is what pulled up:

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Yeah. That’s the stuff.

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