Livin' in Sin

You know you're from Ohio when... (my version)

How do I know I'm from Ohio? There are so many reasons. I know I'm from Ohio because when driving along Dead Man's Curve on the way back from the (dun, dun, dun) Eastside, I catch a whiff of a horrible smell, and realize it's Lake Erie. I know I'm from Ohio because when I ask my guy friends which team to cheer for, they all say, "NOT THE STEELERS", but all my girl friends tell me to cheer for them anyway just to piss them off. I know I'm from Ohio because as I go through my phone's camera gallery, I see a picture of someone holding Natty Light. I know I'm from Ohio because going to the Eastside is an adventure, and a dangerous on at that- so dangerous my friends won't drive there alone at night, even though the per capita income on the East side is on average higher than the west side. I know I'm from Ohio because nearby there is a big city with nothing to do. I know I'm from Ohio because all my friends work in ice cream parlours. I know I'm from Ohio because a waitress obviously from the south asked me, "would ya layk sum sodah... Ay mean, pop." I know I'm from Ohio because people with Michigan key chains are glared at. I know I'm from Ohio because the distance from here to there is twenty minutes. I know I'm from Ohio because I had to go through three pages of sports to find the internation news section. I know I'm from Ohio because I'm writing a bloge about being from Ohio.