And with that, a tv series I never really cared for ended. The Sopranos was a cult phenomenon, but it didn't have enough depth for me. But at least it ended by getting at least one thing right:
The tune!
Some have said that my musical tastes are hate crimes in song form. That they should be buried in the sequin-laced bellbottoms they were conceived in. But now we see who's been right all these years. F**k you Johnny Appleton! You pinned me against the locker and made me pee my pants for a wrong belief! Eat me Beth-Sue Willkins! You wouldn't go out with me because I was a cheeseheaded, pimple-faced, queerrock-listenening dweeb? Who's laughing now?
"Dont stop believin
Hold on to the feelin
Streetlight people" INDEED!
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