I totally believe Joe Biden when he says I’ll have fun at a party.
As circumstance would have it, the series finale of HBO’s “The Wire” and the season-one finale of AMC’s “Breaking Bad” will both air on Sunday. Appropriate, or perhaps somewhat backwards, as “Breaking Bad” is a show that explains “The Wire” to white people.
In “Breaking Bad,” an accomplished chemist who has fallen on hard times (dead-end job, unexpected baby on the way, oh, and diagnosed with terminal cancer) turns to cooking up crystal meth to pay his medical bills and leave something behind for his family. It asks viewers, “What would you do if you were hit with some epic bad luck in an environment where help is not forthcoming?” And the viewer, familiar with the notion of successful people hitting hard times, silently responds, “Why, peddle crystal meth, of course.”
“The Wire,” of course, took that question quite a bit further: “What would you do if you never had any luck to begin with, if society had written you off and given up on you without paying you so much as a glance?” And for five seasons, it showed viewers the most abject victims of the system’s chaos, some surviving the only way available to them: by dealing drugs.
Someone put a doughnut on my windshield while I was in Wal Mart. I was angry at first, but then just confused. Why was someone walking around the Wal Mart parking with a doughnut in their hand? How do you get to that point?
I do these every three months. The best songs since the last three months. You have heard some of them. Not others. In those three months, I’ve experienced a radical change in lifestyle, the most severe of my life. It’s great. Get out of my dreams, get into my .rar. Enjoy your patriotic midweek celebrations.