If you’re not watching True Detective, you’re missing out the greatest fucking show on television and Matthew McConaughey‘s best work since Magic Mike which just made me wonder what it’d be like if Rust Chole were replaced by Dallas… focus, focus. However, you’re also probably living a less nihilistic existence where you don’t stare off into space contemplating the meaningless point of this biological puppet show called life and imagining what happens next in the void (I have fun.), but that’s neither here nor there. What is here is Michael M. Hughes‘ guest post on io9 that already gave True Detective fans a Yellow King boner when it went up Friday and is now even more poignant after last night’s episode. So here that is for your reading pleasure while I get ready to scatter shot 80 pics of Miley Cyrus‘ Bangerz Tour onto the Internet because this world is bullshit.
EDIT: In my haste to get out the door, I forgot to mention this little nugget of impeccable writing. When Hart says he’s in Promise Keepers? Just – *kisses fingers* – goddammit.