It’s very hard to be the original sad boy. Speeding along the open road atop a Harley-Davidson motorbike is a man. He is stony-faced and wears a pair of rectangular black shades. The chug-a-chug-a-chug and twang of an Angelo Badalamenti guitar instrumental – appropriately named “Americana” – soundtracks the scene. Heeee-yaww! This is him, baby. The corniest motherfucker to have ever ripped up the tarmac. Off he goes, bailing on responsibility, as he will do numerous times in the show. His name is James Hurley and he’s in Twin Peaks. Despite all signs pointing to the contrary, he is not born to be wild; James Hurley is, in fact, utterly sad to the bone.
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