Dudes. CSI tonight totally kicked my ass. Any sad or scary or icky scenario involving little boys - especially little 8-year old boys (of which I am the proud owner) - reduces me to a puddle of goo. That's right, I said goo. I can't handle it. That little boy tonight, he might as well have been Max. It just freaks me out.
I always, always hate the episodes where kids suffer, I really do. But when the sufferers are little boys, it just adds to the stress. I have the same problem watching Tommy. That shit is messed up.
Until, of course, little Tommy turns into Roger Daltrey.
Then it's all good.
Yeah. I know.