Some goddamn point a man’s due to stop argueing with hisself and feeling twice the goddamn fool he knows he is ’cause he can’t be something he tries to be every goddamn day without once getting to dinnertime and fucking it up. I don’t want to fight it anymore, understand me Charlie? – and I don’t want you pissing in my ear about it. Can’t you let me go to hell the way I want to?
–Wild Bill Hickok, Deadwood season one, episode four
That there is an example of why Deadwood is so fucking good. Doxy told me, but it still took me a year to start watching it. The script, the characters, the cast; it’s just an exceptional piece of work. I’m most of the way through season one on DVD now, and season two is on my TiVo waiting for me to catch up.
But that quote there, that’s what I wanted to post. Some days, that’s exactly how I feel. Can’t you let me go to hell the way I want to?
4 thoughts on “Can’t you let me go to hell the way I want to?”
We just finished the season. I won’t tell you how it ends, since then I’d go to hell.. and that’s not the way I wanna go. 😀
I like your ring and kilt, BTW.
I know. I so fucking know.
Pretty great show. I’ve been living in Japan the last few years and only recently discovered bit torrent; once I did, I downloaded every HBO show I could get my hands on. LOVE “Deadwood,” best Western I’ve seen since “Lonesome Dove.” And that, by the way, is the best freakin’quote of the whole show, the bit about not hating yourself for what you naturally are. Am in my mid-30s and just now getting to really really understand it. Of course, there’s gems like that every second, not the least of which popping out of Lucifer’s, er, I mean Al Swearingen’s, mouth. He’s da bomb, yo.
I haven’t been able to watch this new season – it’s about three episodes in and Doxy tells me it’s fucking fabulous, as one would hope. This is, alas, the final season (season 3).
I’ve got ’em on tivo but I’ll have to find some kid-free time to watch them. Soon. Really. Soon.