Almost seven years later, Preston and I have finally started Breaking Bad. It took some persuasion on my part, but we’re finally watching it.
I meant to start it on the first day of our 12 day Christmas vacation so we could power through all five seasons. Unfortunately we didn’t start until day 11.
Now, we’re five episodes in and I’m pretty sure Preston has lung cancer, just like Walt. Walt would cough. Preston would cough.
This is gonna be a long four and a half more seasons. But I need to find out if Preston (I mean Walt) has a chance to survive this lung cancer. And hopefully make enough meth to pay for the treatments.
Maybe we should watch just one more episode tonight. But, my arm is starting to tingle. My left arm. I’m pretty sure I’m having a heart attack.
This show is making me paranoid.