When the music’s over turn out the light.
Turn out the light.
Turn out the light.
For those of you who missed one or more episodes of The Sopranos, including maybe the one last night, I would like to save you the expense of all those DVDs and say that the ultimate message is of the entire series is:
Every day is a gift
And that’s your bottom line - the Sopranos in a nutshell.
Phrased like that, without the foul language, nudity, senseless violence, and cold-blooded murder, it sounds almost religious, doesn’t it? After getting shot, what should Tony do?
And after repeated and continuing fuckage attempts by multiple telcos, what should DancinFool do?
The answer to that question is left as an exercise for the reader.
Which is to say: yeah, maybe your Monday sucks, but get over it, no matter how bad it gets, a Monday every week sure as hell beats the alternative.
‘Cause the music is your only friend, until the end.
Until the end.
Until the end.
Un - til the … end….
Or … not….