After a tumultuous six months, The Wire and I have decided to end our relationship. I have no problem saying that this was entirely The Wire’s decision and not mine. After our glorious late-night and weekend-marathon viewings, one of the things that I treasure the most has simply abandoned me.That’s not to say that we had a perfect run. Season two? Not my favorite. After Stringer Bell was killed in season three, I almost walked away for good. And in July, we took a break so that The Wire could get its act together and release season five on DVD. During the break, my wandering eye discovered Mad Men. And while Mad Men is a fantastic show in which I took much comfort, it has yet to fill the hole in my heart. The simple fact is that no show has taught me as much as The Wire has. Street slang, drug trade hierarchy, corrupt government (and police department and school system and port system and media system), Baltimore history, alcoholism and infidelity--these are all wonderful things that I knew next to nothing about.
Farewell, my love.
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