Just finished watching the second episode of season one. I'm not one of these evil fuckers who laugh at people with troubles or disabilities. In real life, I would never in a million years laugh at a kid in an iron lung or on a respirator or something. I once even shed a tear when I saw a young lad drop a bag of candy that was clearly dear to him. But I have to say, when I saw the young fella with that breathing apparatus slung over his mouth, slumped in that chair, out of the blue like ... I mean, what the actual fuck. And then there was that teen at the rave that looked like a young Socrates (the Brazilian, not the Athenian), having a fit with the bad ecstasy. It was a bundle of laughs, I'm afraid. I'm trying to enjoy this series for what it is - I'm just not sure yet if it's a pisstake. Onwards and upwards I guess. Or downwards. I've got fuck all else to do.
