“An undercurrent of savagery pervaded my life long before the violence truly began. My dad made grand theft auto seem like a good career path, like we were entrepreneurs in a start-up.
Only our start-up was the motor of someone else’s car or truck or boat.”
“My childhood traumas are not like yours.
My mother’s leaving is not like your mother’s leaving.
You see, I’m a cursed Langmore, long inured to violence and death.
‘Taken too soon?’ people ask me of an untimely death.
And in the case of a Langmore, perhaps not soon enough.”
Man, this show is really hitting the depressive bones in the body. What the hell, Ozark! This used to be so much fun in Season 1 and all of a sudden, everyone feels hopeless and with no future to show… Where’s the optimism – keep on fighting until a solution appears? Keep on dreaming of a bright future, never give up?
Eh, for everyone who feels a bit down, here’s some motivation
I gazed a gazely stare
At all the millions here
We must have died alone,
A long-long time ago
Who knows? Not me
We never lost control
You’re face to face
With the man who sold the world