[warning: spoiler alert]
Dear The Wire, TV Series,
I am definitely a few years behind the rest of the cult, but I’m ready now to confess my obsession love affair with you. I find myself thinking about you all the time. I’m like that girl who finds every excuse to bring up her boyfriend. “You shop at Banana Republic? What a coincidence! So does my BF.” “What, you like dogs? So cute! My BF loves dogs!” You know what type of girl I’m talking about. Only for me it kinda goes like this, “That sleaze ball you’re talking about reminds me of Clay Davis. He’s the douchebag senator that swindled Stringer out of his money.” “Man, that crackhead across the street from your house hella looks like Bubbles, the criminal informant on The Wire.” It’s ridiculous and it’s getting out of hand.
I remember it started off really casual. All 5 seasons of you were sitting there on my table, without much thought. You were like the Poor Bastard that I knew had a crush on me, but I didn’t pay you no mind. I didn’t really care to put you in the dvd player because there were so many other shows I wanted to spend my time with, like The Real Housewives of Atlanta (get over yourself Sheree!). Then one day, I got bored of all the others, so I decided to give you a try. It was instant. Like a drug, you had me hooked. I loved the drama, the wit, the intensity, and the dynamic duo of Stringer Bell and Avon Barksdale. The first season was great, we had a blast together. You introduced me to D’Angelo (may he RIP), Greggs (holdin’ it down for the APIs! Holla!), and of course, Omar Little (the cheese stands alone). I got to step into the world of street level drug trafficking. The second season was a little bumpy. I didn’t care for the Pollacks and felt that they were getting in the way of Stringer and Avon’s face time on the screen. There were too many confusing moments that made me question the chemistry of our relationship. But then the third season rolled around and sealed the deal for me. I knew once you introduced badass Marlo Stanfield at the end of season two, there was still hope for us. So when he became a regular cast member in season three, I knew this union would last. I am fascinated by the harsh realities you portray and the uninhibited storylines into the lives of so many different characters in West Baltimore. The complexities and depth that you give to each character, whether minor or major, is beyond what any other drama I’ve ever seen has done. How much of this is accurate – well that’s up to the folks of West B to decide.
Despite all the good times we’re having together, I’m getting a bit sad. As I am entering into the fifth and final season, I know our time is winding down. I’m not sure what I’ll do without the High Crimes Unit or Bunk and the rest of the Homicide division. Cedric, even though I disapprove of you shacking up with that state’s attorney broad, I’ll definitely miss hearing your emotionless monotone voice. So before we completely part ties, I just wanted to express my adoring affection for you and hope that we can make this fifth and final season together even more amazing than the previous four.
Much Love,
Your #1 Fan- Sdizzle.
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