It's where I always drank after hiking at Starved Rock state park. I was supposed to go there the day of the Utica tornado. 8 people died that day, in the basement of the bar that I drank at, not because of the tornado, but rather because a water main break under the bar. Had I not gotten arrested the night before, I would have been there, with my dogs, and a chick who I was eternally friendzoned by. Sometimes things happen for a reason.
