This isn't for tourists. It's not for the snowbirds or the theme park pilgrims. It's for the ones who stayed when they should've left or left and couldn't stop thinking about it. The ones who know exactly what this state does to a person.
The hate isn't simple. It's complicated the way only love can make something complicated. You know the 3am gas stations, the summer thunderstorms that end in five minutes, the kind of heat that makes you mean. You earned this.