The Wire.

I think I'm in love with the HBO series The Wire. It's truthful, nuanced, doesn't have cliched musical themes. It's just an honest show about how it's really like at home: desperate, sad, violent, and ambiguous. It's the first series I've been fascinated and hooked by in a very long time. It's like reading a big juicy novel, with operatic storylines; of good and evil and how they become blurred eventually.

I decided one day a couple of months that I would watch a television series. Something realistic, something complex, something without any camp and without any type of cliches. I had first read about The Wire through a preface of a novel I read earlier this year called Hard Rain Falling, a crime novel about misfit youths in Oregon and in Washington State by Don Carpenter. The preface was written by George Pellecanos.

I was intrigued of the notion of how good and evil are blurred ever so carefully and willfully in our society. People cannot be defined as either black or white. Ever.

I went to my local library and borrowed all of Season 1. Man, was I hooked. Detective McNulty, a sad sack of a father, but an honest and fallible cop; D'Angelo Barksdale. Warren. Kima. They're all a part of my cultural psyche now. A librarian told me that she wished the series would've survived longer. And Season 1's just gotten me begging for more.