hmm…starting to worry.

Posted on August 22, 2008

My latest obsession is the TV show “The Wire” from Showtime.  We, of course, don’t get showtime, so I have been watching all the DVD’s from Netflix.

I gotta say, this whole drug dealing business is starting to make sense to me (hence, my concern.)  The first season was impressive, but the third season is totally off the hook!  (They still say that right, “off the hook”?  I am pretty sure it means:  “really really cool.”)  The third season is about one of the drug dealers trying to legitimize himself and his partner by investing in real estate.  I have to admit, as evil as this man was (ok, yeah, he killed people, and when he was too high up to kill people, he had other people kill people)  I felt for him.  He was just a business man who was constantly getting screwed by a corrupt system.

Of course, my favorite character is Omar, who happens to be a gay drug dealer.  His only racket is to screw (both literally and figuratively) the other drug dealers.  In other words, he robs them.  He has a very specific code of ethics, so every now and then he has a “crisis of faith” and has to rethink his life.  When he loves, he loves unconditionally, and that’s something that you have to respect.  (And ya, he had to kill his last lover.  But that was ’cause the guy knew too much, and really, what’r'ya’gonna do?)

This show is all about point of view.  Each character has their own agenda, their own ideas on right and wrong, and their own understanding of good and evil.  The drug dealers’ code is more straight forward and adhered to than the cops, probably because straying from their honor system is literally a life and death choice.  And the politicians are the ultimate evil, because they don’t really care what’s happening, they mostly just want to “look good” which is a terrible way to lead.  (Hmmm….)

I told John, “I am pretty impressed with the work ethic and the business saavy of these drug dealers!”

He says, “Tiff, you realize that it’s not really like that, right?”

Shiiiiit, what does he know?  He don’t know what life is really like on da streets!  I’m down with it now.  If this whole teaching thing doesn’t work out, I think I could be a “soldier.”  (Maybe they could call me, “bad ass teacha,”  Or “Mommy with tude”?  I don’t know, I’ve never been good at coming up with gangster names.)

Yo, holla! (which, if I am reading the context right, means:  “talk to you later.”)