Whenever I make the unfortunate decision to visit home, I have to drive through West Virginia. I always fill up before the state line, because I refuse to contribute to their economy. I also take back roads around the tolls, as they would have me pay upwards of $15 each trip through. The back roads inevitably lead me past wide swaths of entrenched poverty. Burnt down trailers, smoldering in the trailer parks, with their drumpf flags and “friends of coal” signs. It’s pathetic.
Whenever I make the unfortunate decision to visit home, I have to drive through West Virginia. I always fill up before the state line, because I refuse to contribute to their economy. I also take back roads around the tolls, as they would have me pay upwards of $15 each trip through. The back roads inevitably lead me past wide swaths of entrenched poverty. Burnt down trailers, smoldering in the trailer parks, with their drumpf flags and “friends of coal” signs. It’s pathetic.
I am glad my red state of Misery has only one toll road that I’ve never had to use.