Here’s what happens when you can’t wait to get out of Ohio.
It becomes almost like an obsession. You just keep repeating that image.
Gotta get out of Ohio.
And then. when you do, you’re so happy you are out of there, you have no idea where you are. You don’t realize it until someone asks you where you are, and you suddenly realize, you have no idea-
You look up.
It’s still looks green.
But what does that mean?
Perhaps, nothing.
Nice way to welcome folk, Indiana.
