Tate: Dear God, thank you for the salty pig meat we are about to eat along with the rest of the indigestible swill and thank you for the new charade of a family. My father left me when I was only six. If I had known any better I would have joined him, and mostly because she’s been trying to get back into this house ever since she lost him. Lord, a big thank you for blinding the asshole that’s doing my mother, so that he can’t see what everybody already knows — she doesn’t really love him.
If you can use one word to describe season 2, what adjective would it be?
