So far, two is my favourite. I started on three today and I'm not liking where they're going with Jack's drug addiction so far. I don't know why, but they're ruining my fragile imagination that Jack is invincible. Seriously, we're talking about a man who flatlined for, what, half a dozen minutes? Drugs don't overcome him.
He overcomes drugs.

I hope he'll kick Salazar's ass to kingdom come and then kill the virus bastards with a bullet. Regardless, I'm only up to third episode, so my view might soon change, uh, hopefully. Albeit Kim's new hair makes me want to not live, the blond teenager with the coke bag is major hot.
Dear Diary: Mood, belligerent. Specter is like a plague. He infects things. I feel like bashing him in the brains with a sledgehammer and then eat pancakes afterwards, but that could be my temporary insanity talking.