in utero

today, saturday..me and my sister(my sister and i--for the nerds) decided to be bums and spend the whole afternoon catching up to season 2 of Californication. we literally spent 3+ hours glued to the tv. and i fell in love again..i forgot how good the writing was for this show, it showed sincere dialog and heartfelt observations between the characters. i was thoroughly impressed with this second season. but this episode definitely stood out.


i don't wanna bore you with the diminutive details so in short..it features flashbacks( i luv flashbacks) to Hank and Karen’s discovery that not only has Kurt Cobain died..but she’s pregnant as well. the struggle was nice, as was the admission that they’re both cheating on others by being together. in the real world that wouldn’t work well for a start of a relationship, but here it seems fitting.

highlight: HANK'S LETTER TO KAREN

Dear Karen,
If you're reading this, it means I actually worked up the courage to mail it so good for me. You don’t know me very well, but if you get me started I tend to go on and on about how hard the writing is for me. But this, this is the hardest thing I ever had to write. There no easy way to say this so I’ll just say it, I met someone. It was an accident, I wasn’t looking for it, I wasn’t on the make..it was a perfect storm. She said one thing and I said another and the next thing I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation. Now there this feeling in my gut that she might be the one. She's completely nuts in a way that makes me smile highly neurotic, a great deal of maintenance required. She is you Karen, that’s the good news. The bad news is that I don't know how to be with you right now, and that scares the shit out of me. Because if I am not with you right now I have this feeling we will get lost out there. It’s a big bad world full or twist and turns and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment. The moment that could of changed everything. I don’t know what’s going on with us and I can’t tell you should waste a leap of faith on the likes of me. But damn you smell good, like home and you make excellent coffee that has to count for something right. Call me!
Unfaithfully yours,
Hank Moody

that letter was tight right? hahahaha yeaaaaah i thought so too.