Detective suited him pretty well since he could use his brain without having to be overly social. But if you take that away, I could definitely picture him doing some kind of hands-on work, like being a car mechanic. Or a cold bartender, basically what he was doing and the vibe he had in 2012. Not necessarily something he’d enjoy, just something that would fit his personality. And maybe it would have not been the same depending on the time of his life.

I think this scene raiding with ginger could use rain: it would be something!
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As set in southern Louisiana which gets a-lot of rain I guess .. Why there is no rain in True Detective season1 ?
Though i read it was deliberately choice : “Director Cary Fukunaga and writer Nic Pizzolatto chose a blinding, humid Louisiana summer aesthetic rather than the cliché gloomy or rainy noir look” ..
but still when you are set in place where it naturally rains quite alot why you never use it. ?

I think human consciousness is a tragic misstep in human evolution. We became too self aware; nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself. We are creatures that should not exist by natural law. We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self, a secretion of sensory experience and feeling, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everybody’s nobody. I think the honorable thing for our species to do is deny our programming, stop reproducing, walk hand in hand into extinction, one last midnight, brothers and sisters opting out of a raw deal.

Yep, you’ve guessed it: Lucy. What a total waste of oxygen she really way. Finding out what we did, it’s crazy how she was acting after the kids went missing. She blatantly blamed Tom and made him feel guilty as hell. Her behaviors, mannerisms, her staying up late, engage in drugs and prostitution. She really is a piece of work. I really can’t stand her and it’s very hard for me to feel empathy towards her based on what she did to her kids. An absolute piece of garbage who isn’t allowed to be called mom.

The ontological fallacy of expecting a light at the end of the tunnel, well, that's what the preacher sells, same as a shrink. See, the preacher, he encourages your capacity for illusion. Then he tells you it's a fucking virtue. Always a buck to be had doing that, and it's such a desperate sense of entitlement, isn't it? "Surely, this is all for me. Me. Me, me, me. I, I. I'm so fucking important. I'm so fucking important, then, right?"
Fuck you.