Have you ever had a job that you reallyreally hate? I mean really hate so that you wake up in the morning filled with dread and despair and while you're at the job time becomes a cruel monster dripping the seconds through his hand with torturous languor? You know how during a day spent working that job your lunch break and maybe even bathroom breaks are a lovely sanctuary and you're so grateful for them you feel like you might weep? In Rescue Me the comic banter between the firemen is the lunch break in an hour otherwise filled with despair. So thank you, Rescue Me, for Tommy and Lou's conversation about boners.
Thank you, Rescue Me, for Janet and Sheila's fight and for Sheila's line: "I am about to serve him with these."
I hate you, Rescue Me, for just about everything else. Including, but not limited to, Uncle Teddy losing his mind, which also...WTF Rescue Me? How do you even come up with a scenario as deeply twisted as Uncle Teddy forcing all the firefighters plus two family members to sit and watch Tommy bleed to death? It's messed up, Rescue Me. I can't wait to see what happens next.
