Sunday morning…in the Topside compound…all about fresh coffee and mutilated hookers. But that’s ok, right? This was great. Lots of build up and a great pay off. Short enough to not overstay its welcome, but still developed enough to come together and feel complete. I reread the ending and am still not 100% what exactly happened with Charlene, but I have it down to two concepts. Either way, it was a very good conclusion and was enough to make me want to have a nice, juicy steak today. Sick, you say? Maybe I am. But at least I’m not making any gross jokes yet. Like maybe…what do you call a girl with a good sense of humor and a yeast infection? A fun-gal…