But for our purposes here on this boy-blog, the best moments on The Wire are those in which Jimmy McNulty and Bunk Moreland blow off a little steam in the various noble time-honored ways men always have. Bunk and Jimmy sitting at the bar and kickin' back beers until they've got that one-o-clock lean. Bunk and Jimmy driving out to the railroad tracks out at the edge of town to continue drinking after the bars close, and throwing their bottles into the darkness. Bunk and Jimmy consorting with mysterious females of the night, in the night, for the night.
Bunk is an avid cigar smoker, and can often be seen running churchills dreamily under his nose for a full minute before lighting them. Unfortunately, I can't tell what kind he likes, because he's a remove-the-band kind of guy. I smoke 'em with the band on unless it's a shorty. Some cigar aficionados say it's pretentious to leave the band on, and say things like "ain't nobody gonna see what brand you smokin' from any distance anyway", but showing off the brand to others isn't the point. It's more of an aesthetic principle, to drunkenly gaze at the iconic imagery embossed on the tiny paper band in between puffs and shots of Ten Cane rum. And since I often save a partially-smoked cigar to finish later, it's handy to remind me which dead soldier is which.
So anyway, watch the damn show, already. And there's several choice drinking games you can play while watching it - I'll leave it to you to watch a couple shows and figure them out for yourself.
- - JSH