Emptiness of Being

I miss The Shield.

There, I said it.

I miss my fucking story, OKAY?!

I miss Vic and Shane and Dutch—and don't even get me started on Gardocki!

NO MORE SHIELD! No more faces on hot burners! No more money train heists! No more hookers getting punched in the face, or grenade sammiches, or jarfuls of jism in fridges!

Did they ever find their way to Earth? Was Gardocki an angel or Cylon or what?

New season of RESCUE ME on Tuesday. I've got that to hold onto. Something to live for. A reason to stave off the liberating properties of a bullet.

It's just... it's just not the same...