Don't(?) Stop Believin'

So Tony and his family are chowing down at a local Jersey eatery. Sinister characters all around – or is that just Tony’s paranoia? Or ours?

Truth is, you don’t really know until the guns come out. Or they don’t.

Whether he checks out in a few seconds from a lead slug in the head, or in a few decades from arteries clogged with cannoil, such is the uncertainty Tony is condemned to live with. That’s the point of it all.

I think.

Or maybe David Chase is just pulling a fast one. Whatever. It least it got our minds off the stupid war and the stupid price of gas and Paris Goddamn Hilton for a couple of hours...