‘Hoppers.’ ‘Murder police.’ ‘Hamsterdam.’ ‘Stringer Bell.’ If these words don’t instantly bring to mind the apparently-even-more-fucked-up-than-Cleveland city of Baltimore, then you haven’t watched The Wire — and you might as well stop reading here (and keep up the vigil for the Scrubs blog item that will never come). …
This article appears in Mar 12-18, 2008.