I recently went north to put a pistol to my head in the snow. However, I found myself instead watching cartoons in a hotel room off the interstate. On my way up I passed an exit sign bearing the same name as my elementary school, which I found odd. I mused thoughtfully about other strange road signs whilst weaving in and out of traffic at about 90 mph. I remember seeing signs with evocative names [well, at least evocative to me anyway] like Tank Farm Rd., or even the mysterious Toad Suck Park exit during previous road trips.
I watched my odometer roll over to 100,000 miles on the top of a pseudo-mountain. Ah well, it’s not the years, it’s the mileage, I suppose.
I still haven’t found a satisfactory way to wrap text around an image using this thing. *grumbles to self and wanders off*
