We were living out of a car once. Uncle Nick had kicked us out. We couldn’t find anyone else who’d take us in. Lip and Ian and me were sleeping in the backseat when Frank pulled over. Middle of the night. I think it was halstead. Told me to take the boys and sit on a curb, and he’d be right back. I was six.
Few hours later, we’re still sitting on the sidewalk, and Ian’s head is burning up. He’s hysterical. I don’t know what to do. So I ran down the street, Lip under one arm, Ian under the other, trying to flag down help. It would have been easier scoring crack than a ride to the clinic. I finally made it on foot. They said ian had a fever of 104. Another couple hours… who knows? I didn’t find Frank till a couple days later. First thing he asked me was how much money I had on me.

Watching Shameless and liking Shameless(not nearly the same thing) requires a delicate balancing act on the part of the viewer…But it’s Ian and Mickey’s defiant coming out in a bar full of drunk old cretins (Mickey’s family, particularly his awful dad) that makes the episode special. In the context of all of Shameless’s gloom, the smallest of victories, even those that present as a barroom brawl, can seem downright beautiful. The sight of a bloody-mouthed Mickey, handcuffed on a police-car hood, screaming defiantly to his dad about taking it up the ass was better than any televised gay wedding.

The Best Television Episodes of 2014 - The Atlantic - 'Emily’ Shameless (x)