Photo Illustration by Elizabeth Brockway/The Daily Beast/Getty/HBO/ABC/Netflix There is a groove on my couch that I think about every time I think of you. It’s not a small groove. It’s gotten bigger over time. (My age is none of your business, but, suffice to say, that groove isn’t new.) Memories have happened in that groove. Perspectives have changed in that groove. Excellence has been watched in that groove. And so has such badness. Read more at The Daily Beast.