There are certain places in the world that I could could visit over and over again and never grow tired of. Unfortunately for me, western Ontario in the fall is not one of those places. Sure, there’s some amount of natural beauty but when you’ve seen it once before and traveled as much as I have, it tends to lose its novelty rather quickly. The fact that I’ve been attempting to hitch a ride on the side of the highway in the rain for the past two hours doesn’t help.

The way my luck goes, I’ll probably be picked up by some greasy long-distance trucker who reeks of smoke, BO and creepiness. It wouldn’t be the first time. Thankfully I’ve learnt to cope with such situations.

I was supposed to be home three days ago. Had I made it, I might have actually began a life of some amount of normalcy but now I’ll probably not make it. Just my luck.

I should have never trusted those carnies. They’re bad luck I tell ya.

A vehicle was slowing down. Naturally it was just to splash me with a puddle.