by fiveeasypieces » Sat Nov 07, 2009 3:52 am
I'm 31 -- work at a newspaper.
This is how I discovered Sons of Anarchy:
Our deadlines are late, usually anywhere from 1045 to midnight, so I'm a night owl of course. Most of the time I stay in the office for a couple of hours after we put the paper out to blog, work on manuscripts, answer e-mails ...and a bonus of working here is that our super generous TV critic puts all the screeners she gets in a cardboard box in front of her desk to rifle through. Anyways, mid-August, I'm rolling out of the office circa 1 a.m. and, just like I do everyday, walk over to the box to see what's new and there it was - that beauriful book with the SOA logo on the cover and this crazy blonde biker dude screaming and shooting backwards off his bike. Start flipping through it, yada, yada, yada, great artwork, character profiles, Locke's girlfriend/Peg Bundy, writer from The Shield, great, based on Hamlet ... and about halfway through, yes, there are two discs and the first five season 2 episodes. So back to my apartment, crack a beer, flop on the couch, throw in the first disc ... and circa 5 a.m. I'm through a sixer and two glasses of wine wondering what I'm gonna do until the second week of October when the show catches up with me. But then I realized something ... bro, you haven't seen Season 1. So I hit the sack 'til noon, off to Wally World, plop down 29.95 for the first season, home and got back after it. Two weeks later we got episodes 5 through 8 at the office, so Fa Guan was the first I've had to watch with the folk and I was kind of, maybe just a little, a huge mess in the hour leading up to the show starting. How big? High Life tallboys, grilling chicken on my balcony, cooking mac and cheese in the kitchen and messing with my fantasy fb roster all at the same time.
Final thought ... Two 90-minute epis before the end of this season? Life is good.
Back to work.
HALE: I WILL NOT LOOK THE OTHER WAY, JAX. JUST A FRIENDLY HEADS UP.
JAX: WE'RE ALL FREE MEN PROTECTED BY THE CONSTITUTION. YOU LOOK ANY WAY YOU WANT, CHIEF.
To write any kind of imaginary work, you gotta fall on your sword. You gotta be ready to be blasted out of existence. Lots of times, the blood is on the floor. -Arthur Miller