I’m pretty sure “The Wire” has completely and absolutely taken over my life — not to mention my roommate’s. Here are the telltale signs:
- We named the mouse we saw — and our wireless connection — ‘McNutty’ after Officer McNulty.
- When my roommate was coming home from work one day, she saw a homeless man and said she immediately thought of Bubs.
- When my roommate was listening to a program about the anniversary of Sept. 11, 2001, she heard “towers” and said she thought of the towers in the projects.
- We — yes, this is true — do our best to talk to each other like ganstas in the show, even though both of us have sweet, high voices and Midwestern accents.
N: “You be trippin’, yo. You gots to get got.”
Me: “Damn, what you sayin’ boy? You be workin’ dem corners.”
N: “Most def.”
We’re nearly through Season 4 — one more season and then we’ll have to a find another series that even slightly compares. I’m not sure it’s possible. Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.