I'm not even sure what happened on Life last night. At First, it seemed like what happened was flat-out hate crime at a gas station against Persians, but further investigation revealed that the Persian victims--nice business students from USC--were drug dealers.
This made them targets for the gas station owner's son and his "surf rat" friends who live in a van. Up until this point, I was following along.
Then, they threw me the hot potato: the gas station owner was dating one of the young Persians and the son was jealous that the guy had good grades, a stable family and his hot mom's love. Life has taken all the most exciting things and thrown them together in a pretty obvious attempt to win people over but in the end, doesn't it come off as a little schizophrenic?
