So grab the box set. Clear your calendar for 86 hours. Pour a glass of red wine (or a shot of whiskey). And remember: "You probably don’t even hear it when it happens."
He sat bolt upright in bed, gasping. Not from a nightmare about Pussy or Big Pussy, but from the absence of one. The silence. For thirty years, his sleep had been scored by the bada-bing of his own heart, the click-clack of his gun on the nightstand, and the distant wheee-ooo of sirens wailing toward some other poor bastard’s misfortune. The Sopranos- The Complete Series -Season 1-2-3...