Weeds, Season 3

So I just finished watching the third season of Weeds and all I can say is wow. What a well-crafted, side-splitting, bedsheet-clutching, cringe-inducing, cliff-hangingly good series. While it can dip into the absurd–one of the supporting characters is conveniently and all too quickly discharged from the Army after his “battle buddy” is mysteriously killed by a flying missile during a training session, for example–it is just so perfectly put together that, frankly, I’m blown away.

And, I happened to notice, in a scene in which one of the young stars is illegally driving a camper van, as he is seated upon several San Diego-area phone books, my suspicions that the fictional California town in which it is set is meant to be not far from where I live have been confirmed. See for yourself: