The Wire

[Interior] Early morning city sounds of waste collection and passing traffic bounce in and off the walls of a darkened makeshift office space. Cork boards line the walls and obstructing the views out most of the windows. Lines of thread in various colors convey small associations between the groupings of

The Wire

[Interior - KLIFF KINGBURY'S Paradise Valley, Arizona home] A slender man sits relaxed in the middle of his couch as two visitors flank him from Roche-Bobois Spoutnik armchairs on either side of the couch. The larger visitor is rubbing his hands together and staring through the floor to ceiling windows

The Wire

[Interior - The Clarendon Hotel] A man stands across from the lobby reception desk, leaning slightly on the glass wall separating him from the early lunch rush in the restaurant on the other side. A single clerk is checking in a couple -- two men, he spies with unassuming interest

The Wire

[Interior] A darkened makeshift office space is beginning to take shape. Red yarn connects three index cards on the cork board. Tables have been moved to accommodate boxes of manila file folders containing paper sheets and receipts of various faded shades of white, pink, yellow, and green. A uniformed man

The Wire

[Interior] An office team sits about a makeshift investigatory workspace. Computers ding and static is heard in the background. A man in civilian dress tosses a manila envelope on a leaning stack and addresses the only uniformed individual in the room. A blank corkboard stands in the corner. DETECTIVE LESTER FREEMAN:

Guttersnipe

Sometimes it feels strange to have another man’s ball in your hands. The weight might not be quite right or the holes could be too far apart or too small. Familiar, yet completely foreign. Given enough time spent holding it, however, exploring its cavities and getting comfortable with its heft,

How I Became “Radicalized” Against the Criminal Justice System

  Hey there! It's your old pal Troll-So-Hard University. It's been a while since I've been active here, but I'm back.  I'm still figuring out what to do with this slot, but I'm going to start by reprinting some blogs that I wrote and published a couple of years ago in

A Tradition Unlike Any Other (Ugh) Now, Post-Plague and Sort of Updated! Without Commets from Years Ago!

Hello, friends. It's a tradition unlike any other. It's The Masters. I'm Jim Nantz, and it's my distinct pleasure to bring you one of the great events in all of sports. It's Augusta National Golf Club, the Mecca of professional golf. The pride, the heritage, the racial purity. Yes, The Masters embodies