Watching the second season of The Wire makes me miss Bodie. So, this is an ode to Bodie.

Not much is known about Preston Broadus, also called Bodie. Bodie is one of the quicker dealers, starts out modestly and catches on immediately when told something.  Mostly.  So, yeah, he makes his money on the street, and defends the corners using violence, but there’s something about him that just makes me giddy.  (There’s one scene where he’s complaining about Philadelphia radio, and it’s Garrison Keillor. He looks at it disgusted, and asks why anyone would ever want to leave Baltimore.  But in a different scene, he’s listening to Prarie Home, which means he likes it! Which means maybe we could listen to NPR together, you know, when he’s not landing his ass in jail or denying weapons charges.)  Also, I never see him mackin’ on the ladies. I appreciate that when I sort of have a mild girlish crush on a cold blooded killer. There’s only so much a lady can take when the object of her affection is murdering, dealing drugs and talking up the girlies.  Plus, do you see that face? Just too pretty for words.  But, sadly, there’s always a time limit on a boy who works the streets, so I just don’t see this working out for a white middle-class girl from California and a street-level dealer from Maryland like Bodie.