• Drunk Student: We call it Edward 40 Hands. Like Edward Scissor Hands except with, you know...40's.
  • Flack: Get outta here.
  • Drunk Student: No seriously, that's really what they call it!
  • Flack: No, no, no. Get outta my face. I never wanna see you again. Go.
  • Drunk Student: Whatever, bro!
Just a CSI:NY rant.

UGH. This is hurting so much… it’s the time when we should be getting a season 10, beginning to celebrate the 200th episode, seeing Lucy grow up and welcoming Messer baby 2 to the screen. We should be crying at Mac’s wedding (some out of sadness, some out of joy) and we should be weeping at the struggles Sid would be facing. 

But we’re not. And we’re never going to be able to do all these things. And it just being this time of year has really made me sad about the whole thing. We all miss CSI:NY so much, and not a day goes by when I don’t get upset about the fact that it’s no longer.

Sometimes the good comes when we most need it and least expect it. If we are lucky enough to notice it, set our eyes upon it and appreciate it, it can almost make us forget all of the bad.
“Today is life. The only life we’re sure of. Make the most of today.”
Words of wisdom, a slice of goodness passed down by an innocent soul who’s life was cut short by an arrant bullet. These are words that will always stay with me, words that are about to change the course of my life forever.

-Mac Taylor