"Later, let's talk about that really painful thing that happened to you once... 'kay?"
Like everyone else in the world, save one million very smart or very lucky people, the FX show Terriers wasn't even on my radar until it had nearly disappeared over the horizon, never to return. Mrs. Schmoker, however, was one of those lucky (err... smart) one million. She had watched it almost from the beginning, and about halfway through the run she told me that she "got a ride with a trickster in a Javelin, man, to a town down by the sea"
and she made sure I understood that I was fucking nuts if I didn't join her there. Thus I really had no good reason not to start watching Terriers before it was gone; I merely procrastinated until it was far too late.