Ray Donovan (Liev Schrieber) was burying his brother in the middle of the California desert one night. As he dragged Punchy's body into the hole he'd just dug he starts beating Punchy's lifeless body tears running down his already blood and sweat soaked face.
Why Punchy? Why? Ray screamed at his brother's lifeless body. Then he threw his arms up in the air imploring some unseen, uncaring god, WHY? WHY?
Just then a silhouette appears of a gnarly, boney man with a needle sticking out of his arm, hey man, can you keep it down? I'm trying to sleep.
That's the point at which I woke up laughing. It was such a non-sequitur in the midst of a gut-wrenching moment that laughing was the only appropriate reaction.
This is what happens when I see a one page advert for the upcoming season of Ray Donovan on the same day I read about the heroin epidemic making its way to Troy, OH.
I need to redesign my dribble page and actually get around to building my comedy page. Tomorrow.
Today I am going to see a double feature with TGB. Spotlight, is first on our list. Remember boys and girls, more children have been molested by Catholic priests than have ever been molested in public restrooms by transgender people. I'm looking at you Mississippi and North Carolina. You dumbfucks.
I dunno what the second movie is going to be. I haven't decided.
I can promise you there will be a hole at the bottom of the popcorn tub. And lots of butter.