Fear and Loathing in Peoria

"Oadwrrgurrrrhghummph," Jonas grumbled as he regained consciousness. There had been fire, he remembered. Fire and drums. Queer incantations. A shrill ringing echoed in his ears as he felt around clumsily for his clothes. With time, vague memories eventually came back up, followed closely by concord grape upchuck.
"That's the last time I visit Illinois," he thought, in between dry heaves.