[Read in your Mind’s best New Jersey accent.]
I couldn’t be happier.
I mean, I watched six fuckin’ seasons of this shit and what do I get as a.. what’s it called?… a de-nu-somtingorfucking other. I get a family in a diner. I get Meadow so incompetent that she can’t even parallel park a car. I get a guy going into da toilet. Maybe he’s going to blast Tony’s brains out. Maybe not.
I get talk therapists who don’t even have the gumption to get pissed when they’re insulted. [Lisp just a smidge when you read that line.]
And then I get a blank– no I mean— black screen. Like that’s supposed to be meaningfulorsomesuch shit. What the hell? Is it jest me?
I mean, seriously. I watched six seasons of a television show about… SIX FUCKING SEASONS, I’m saying.
In all honesty, I do not know what the hoopla was about and I’m happy to be rid of it.
Though I do consider it a badge of honor that we stuck it out. Now we know. Lesson learned.