Watching the second season of The Sopranos. One way for a boy to tell that he's been away from The City too long is to believe that, aside from Gandolfini's brilliant job, this show resembles anything remotely connected to real life. I grew up around those neighborhoods and those people. Think of a picture taken from a dim reflection of the Mona Lisa compared to standing next to the genuine article. I DO need to go home soon. For a while at least. Before this crap starts sounding for real.