toothpick

I watched the entire 1st and 2nd season of the Sopranos in 4 days.
I should get a job.
On the other hand, it's interesting to explore what has become for some their cultural identity. As an Italian-American I can't help but slightly align myself with this image. But at the same time, my father - who is a large part of my identity - is an english professor and a writer. This dilemma is actually something that was explored in the first season, although they never came to any conclusion.

So here I am, having this massive internal battle about what it means to be Italian, and all I can think is: Cocksucker.

Motherfucking cocksucker.