1. This is one of my favorite scenes of The Wire. It reminds me of how one of the most successful and profound productions of “Waiting For Godot” was performed by prisoners at San Quentin because they *understood* it like other people could not.

  2. Dee was always one of the smarter gangbangers. He’s not stupid, and he’s not especially cruel, even given his “field.”

    It makes you wonder – what could he have accomplished had he been born in white suburbia?

    Scenes like this are why the Wire is superior to anything else that’s ever been on TV. Layer upon layer upon layer.

  3. In all honesty, I think Dee is better of dead. If he had lived he would probably have torn himself apart with guilt.

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