In my typical fashion of being at least a year late on movies and television shows I’ve been marathon watching season one of Mad Men. I’m sure you’ve heard all about the sixteen Emmy’s and the Golden Globe and yadda yadda yadda, but goddamnit if this show isn’t real neat, or swell or whatever they called cool shit back then.
Each episode is basically an hour long reaffirmation of my life style, only minus the guilt because I’m not married. I actually filled the decanter I’ve had in my office for the last three years. I’ve been greasing up my hair (to extremely mixed reviews). I’ve made a conscious effort to smoke more. I even bought a pack of Lucky Strikes and smoked them (and then coughed up blood for a day).
I need a briefcase, a mistress, a Cadillac and twenty thousand cartons of Old Golds, the new season starts on Sunday.