“To hell with everyone everywhere who ever mistook suffering for honor”

[spelt with a t]

"I-64 West into Charleston, coming from southbound, unrolls in a big left-hand curve just after you come into the city. I've driven this route hundreds, maybe thousands of times. I grew up here. I recognize every building from the freeway — the banks, the hospitals, the hotels and apartment complexes, all of it. In the deepest part of that big left-hand curve, down off the freeway and to my left, there was West Virginia-American Water Company, and the smell suddenly became very, very strong.

On my way in, the rain had let up. Now there was low-lying fog, white-and-gray tufts and tendrils of vapor rising up from the street level all around the small wood-frame houses and gas stations and grocery stores. The sky was dark, and the fog was in the streets, and the smell was everywhere. I looked at the water company, and I smelled the air, and suddenly I was filled — I mean filled — with a rage that was quite sudden, very unexpected, and utterly comprehensive."

[Ian]

This spill really angers me on many levels. It seems like there's a stigma attached to prepping but this incident has motivated to buy a couple 50 gallon water drums to keep in my garage.

[Author]

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