![]() ![]() ![]() Shows like The Sopranos, Breaking Bad, Game of Thrones, and others of their ilk have had us glued to our screens, and provided internet writers with generous material to chew over. Many of them have been breathlessly gushed over, with countless sites passionately recapping and meticulously pouring over their content. Though labels like that are in some ways fundamentally meaningless and era demarcations remain inherently porous it’s still true that in those two decades the medium has brought with it a quite unprecedented procession of absolutely top-notch shows. What we now call the ‘golden age’ of modern prestige television started around the dawn of the new millennium. Soldier, worker, and victim of a system that-like for so many before and after-never cared about or appreciated him. He had dodged more than his fair share in his time, but this was the one that finally found him, and there at last on a forlorn corner he lay. Clever, resourceful, and brave until the very last, the bullet that laid the youth out in the end came at him like a coward, from behind. As certain death closed in from every direction he stood to face it, unflinching, firing his gun defiantly into the void. The streets were his home the streets raised him the streets were always fated to be his grave. Where else could he make his final stand than on the streets. Deep down he probably always knew that no other fate could await him. ![]() One tried to drag him along, away from the remorseless predators that stalk the night, silently flitting from shadow to shadow, their guns trained on the youth. His comrades have scattered out into the darkness. ‘This is my corner! I ain’t runnin’ nowhere!’Ī youth stands on a street corner at night. ![]()
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