It could feel like that too from time to time but I loved it there. Life's just harder there, which has a lot to do with why I'm in Louisville still. Were you there while they were flying the Blackhawks looking for pot? That's usually closer to August but it's something of an annual tradition. Just a bit of history in Ludlow, there was a massacre there a little over a century ago during the Coal Wars that made things lively in Colorado for a bit.

I'm familiar with the type, there were plenty of those in eastern KY growing up. Somebody'd get put out that their church wasn't strict enough and start up a new one like that. After the divorce my mom dragged us to one for a while. One of my friends was the daughter of a Primitive Baptist preacher, she'd never cut her hair or worn a skirt shorter than her ankles before she moved off to college, fucked her up good for a long time. I'm guessing you got homeschooled? No clue where I was going with this now.