Dear White People,

Thanks. After hearing constant talk of this show called The Wire, I decided to give it a try this winter. I was skeptical because I don’t really care about shows that most people rave about. For example, I have never seen more than one episode of Lost, Heroes, The Sopranos, or 24.

I didn’t think I’d like it — and after the two episodes, I didn’t.

“Oh great,” I thought, “another NYPD Blue cop show with policeman who cut corners and swear a lot. And hey look, there’s even a poor man’s Morgan Freeman whose last name is ironically Freeman!”

I was all set to proudly mail the first Netflix disc back and declare myself the only person in the world who gave the show a shot and didn’t like it.

And then, over the last few months, I accidentally watched the last 58 hours of the series and finished the fifth and final season tonight. Was it good? Oh, IN deed.

I guess if I miss McNulty’s shenanigans, I can always just throw on the first track of Eminem’s new album.