Can’t you let me go to hell the way I want to?

Some goddamn point a man’s due to stop argueing with hisself and feeling twice the goddamn fool he knows he is ’cause he can’t be something he tries to be every goddamn day without once getting to dinnertime and fucking it up. I don’t want to fight it anymore, understand me Charlie? – and I don’t want you pissing in my ear about it. Can’t you let me go to hell the way I want to?

–Wild Bill Hickok, Deadwood season one, episode four

That there is an example of why Deadwood is so fucking good. Doxy told me, but it still took me a year to start watching it. The script, the characters, the cast; it’s just an exceptional piece of work. I’m most of the way through season one on DVD now, and season two is on my TiVo waiting for me to catch up.

But that quote there, that’s what I wanted to post. Some days, that’s exactly how I feel. Can’t you let me go to hell the way I want to?