For five years I’ve been waiting.
Then on Sunday it happened. Redemption. Revenge. Awesomeness. Closure. It was the best Sunday of the year. It was better than Super Bowl Sunday.
“I did it for me. I liked it. I was good at it. I was alive.” — Walter White
The fact that you created something like this … that you wrote something like this and directed it … I can’t even tell you. I think I would give you my last piece of chocolate.
I would love to randomly run into you at a restaurant, at Trader Joe’s or on the street. You know most people might not go up to you for fear of bothering you … for fear of the I’m going to freak-out and sound stupid in front of this guy scenario, but not me. The very fact that you created a show like this trumps any fear running through my veins. I’ll risk stupidity for you. I will. You are that awesome. The finale was awesome.
Definitely not half-assed. Definitely a full-measure.
I sat there by myself … on the couch … in the dark … in disbelief, desperately needing a Breaking Bad cohort. I’d been waiting for it and now that it was here, I felt happy. I felt sad. I felt like Sundays were going to seriously suck now. I’d never see Jesse Pinkman or Walter White again. I was having withdrawals all night and the following day. I mean who could be without Jesse and his “Yo’s” or his famous “Yeah Bitch! Magnets!”
Genius. Sheer Genius.
And even though I was sitting there by myself, I experienced all these Holy Crap moments that were so amazing that I started having conversations with myself.
“Can you believe what happened?”
“Holy Crap! The Ricin was for Lydia. Lydia! Can you believe it! I never saw it coming. I thought it was going to be for Elliot and Gretchen Schwartz. I’ll never look at Stevia the same way again.”
“Holy Crap! Jesse finally escaped, and Todd is dead. Todd is dead!”
“Holy Crap Walt died. Heisenberg is dead!”
I was talking to myself all night. I was so into it that I logged onto AMC with the rest of the nerd masses and watched some of the extended interviews. The “inside” information with Talking Bad.
Vince … you’ve done good. You’ve done good. And to think after all that you never took a Chemistry class.
Genius. Sheer genius.
But now that the genius is gone, I feel like Sundays are really going to suck now. It’s a good thing I have my Breaking Bad Final Episode Survival Kit.
Thanks for five great seasons.