Due to the lack of respect shown to Omar Little by The Baltimore Sun and the Office of the Medical Examiner, I will write my own obituary. I'll call it a Faux-bituary. Clever, no?
To put it succinctly, Omar was THE MAN. For years he haunted the streets of Baltimore, a local legend, a cautionary tale to street kids. He lived by a strict code, never robbing, killing, or otherwise harming people who were not involved in the drug trade. After a particularly large score, Omar retired with his boyfriend, Renaldo.
Brought out of retirement by the Marlo Stanfield-ordered murder of long-time friend and advisor Blind Butchie, he returned to Baltimore seeking revenge against Marlo. Before he could even really begin his murderous mission, Omar was shot in the head in a corner store by foul-mouthed, punk-ass, 11-year-old, Kenard, who turned out to be a really good shot.
Omar is survived by his boyfriend, Renaldo, who we can only hope will avenge his murder. R.I.P. Omar, may your legend live on.
1 comment:
Omar don't play no more.
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