Dear Spanish Johnny,
Many years ago, you implored me to watch a television program entitled "The Wire." I did. And I was nonplussed. The first season bored me. The second season did too. I reluctantly continued. The third season hooked me in. A good plotline about rival drug gangs and the cops trying to bring them to justice. Then I watched season four. It is arguably the greatest season of television ever broadcast. The plots revolve around politics (the ambitions of a newly-elected mayor) and the lives of four young boys growing up in Baltimore's brutal West-side. I can't say there's been a character on TV I've ever actually truly cared about before. That changed with this season. I actually wound up worrying about these kids. I'd think about them after the show was over. Totally irrational, I know. One kid in particular, "Randy," still preys on my mind. I hope to God I see him next season where his life isn't nearly as shitty as it is now. This is a good kid, people. He reminds me of a young Nobes. Poor, black, anal retentive, growing up in the slums of Baltimore. Life was hard but I made it out. God willing, Randy will too.
Check out this great review of the show (much better than my simplistic nonsense scribblings)
No, I didn't falsely write that Randy and I were "anal retentive" just so I could put the word anal as one of the labels for this post.
