Don’t worry, no spoilers here.
The body is still warm and I’m already moving on. Five incredible seasons of Breaking Bad ended tonight leaving me with a nasty case of the shakes, and I haven’t even come down off my high yet for crying out loud.
The problem with a really good television show is that it can suck a person into a hardcore habit. I rarely watch TV because I just don’t have the drive to commit to a program. But when a show like Breaking Bad comes along, I get hooked. Then, I fear the end of the series because I know I’ll miss the exhilarating rush that comes with looking forward to and enjoying each new episode. Hell, I don’t know what I’m going to do tomorrow, but if Breaking Bad were still on, I could tell you what I would be doing next Sunday evening.
I’m not going to get into the show, its history, its virtues, its brilliance in writing and acting, or its impact on television. You can shop that plenty of other places. I’m just giving you a moment to go through withdrawals with me and to wonder how and when we’ll get our next fix. Shit, maybe we all need help.
Nah. Take it away, Amy Winehouse!
“They tried to make me go to rehab but I said, ‘No, no, no.’ …”