the miseducation of patrick dunn
Patrick currently resides deep in the suburbs of Boston, Massachusetts. He sucks at sports, can't play any musical instruments, and suffers from crippling anxiety. In his spare time, he can be found trying to beat his best friend's score at Ms. Pacman or passed out on the couch after a tiring day of Law & Order: SVU reruns. His favorite things include television, music, and comedy. He dislikes almost everything else, especially the Tori episodes of Saved by the Bell.
It was a real emotional moment for me when I discovered there were only three episodes left of Boardwalk Empirethis season. Also, they gave the little girl polio! “Is she going to die like daddy?” asks Mrs. Schroeder’s son, whose name escapes me at the moment. The children on the series have mostly been background characters, but I’m left wondering if the Schroeder girl (whose name also eldues me) will elevate to a Sally Draper-level over the next few years.
Then we got Nucky Thompson asking Attorney Esther Randolph for permission to sail to Ireland to bury his recently departed father. Permission is granted and he shows up on Irish shores supposedly with his casket. What’s in this casket? Not a body, but a fucking dozen Thompson Submachine Guns! After destroying a grandfather clock in seconds during a demonstration to the Irish Republican Army, he tells the leader of the rebellion that there is a surplus of 3,000 left over from the Great War that are just lying around at some warehouse in Atlantic City. Nucky’s willing to trade the whole load for some crates of genuine Irish whiskey. An Irish rebellion officer asks Nucky how come he has so many of them; his response,“They’re American made. I’m an American.”
I swooned.
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