"To hear it with the logic of the external world, the threats and counterthreats sound like a prelude to war. But on Fayette Street, this is business as usual. It's gut-level knowledge for all of them: Two boys get to beefing, throwing words, posturing, talking about how they're gonna come back with their Tec-Nine, and everyone else stands around for a minute or two trying to gauge whether the wait is worth the show. The bluster and brinkmanship is constant, but ninety-nine times out of a hundred, the thing ends with traded insults and maybe an unkept promise to come back with a gun or an older brother or the rest of whatever corner crew is involved. The hundredth time someone comes back in the worst way, but that's what the corner is about. And when the worst finally happens, of course, a homicide detective is left standing over the corpse, trash talking with his partner about the stupidity of the victim, about how the shooter promised to come back with a gun and the victim didn't do shit but wait for him. But the cop doesn't understand: In his world, the threat of a gun would be an epic event, something to bring the adrenaline to a boil. In West Baltimore, a suggestion of violence is the standard terminus to any dispute lasting longer than four minutes."
- David Simon and Edward Burns, The Corner