Fucking Nature

Ohio’s a beautiful place. Really. While some think of it as a little forest full of a spin off species of hillbilly-rednecks with an inherited dislike for Michigan, it can really be quite nice. We’ve got beautiful rolling hills, thick forests, wild flowers, pastry shops, quaint farms, grand Victorian towns, and hoards of men that help little old ladies across the street, (something I saw just yesterday). We also have a large range of innocent wildlife, like the fucking possum that waddled in front of my car last night at about 2:20am. Or the deer that was prancing around the right lane of route 61 about 2:25am last night. Or the fucking heard of deer that followed him across the street at 2:26am. A few wandering cats and a raccoon later I realized that there must be some kind of kick ass wildlife Memorial Day barbeque going on. Rock on nature but stay off my streets. And… if you’ve gotta be on my road, wear some sexy neon reflectors please.