What's your poison?

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Watched a couple of episodes of The Wire last night. I can’t believe I’ve gone two and a half seasons before realising that they’ve set up the comparison between abuse of legal and illegal drugs, and the consequences of that abuse. Without being too spoilery it was the scene featuring a wake for a detective, who died in the gym, not in the line of duty. There’s a wonderful speech by the Chief, and then the ritual sing along (to the Pogues “Body of an American”, weirdly and appropriately enough) and then everyone drinks to puking collapse. Jimmy, who has been shown writing off his car drunk-driving in the past, is one of the worst offenders, trashing relationships as easily as cars when he’s drunk.

Ouch.

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Comments

[dyllanne.livejournal.com]

I think The Wire is amazing. There are so many levels.

Omar is a real Robin Hood, an outlaw with a shotgun who robs the drug dealers and has a complicated relationship with the police.

Unfortunately I can't understand half of what's said a lot of the time.....but neither can the police. They have an interpreter in their office to listen in to phone calls.

I liked your piece yesterday on catholicism, BTW.

[anthrokeight.livejournal.com]

Half the time, I don't understand what the cops are saying either, with the slang and tech terms. At least some of the street talk I am used to hearing from regular young people. Once you get used to the B-more accent, it's easier.

Subtitles! (I uzed them).

[anthrokeight.livejournal.com]

Oh, McNulty!