Breaking Bad has captured the attention of TV lovers internationally since it first aired in 2008, becoming as addictive as the drug it portrays. Early this morning its final ever episode aired, leaving a little Breaking Bad – shaped hole in the hearts of its fans. Sin’s Jenna Hodgins says goodbye to the widely acclaimed TV show in her eulogy.
Breaking Bad was a truly fantastic show. Loved by all of America and those of first world countries who could afford an account on Netflix (or just knew someone else’s password…*cough* not me *cough*).
I never knew a TV show could inspire and influence my life so much. Breaking Bad has shaped my knowledge of chemistry, my morals and above all, my sleeping pattern. Born and premiered to the world like a screeching slimy baby in 2008, Breaking Bad has captured the hearts of many by vicious, morally challenging means.
It all began with an RV. When Walter White first donned the pseudonym Heinsenberg, and Jesse Pinkman fell in love with science, b*tch! From thereon in I was hooked like a failed New Mexican gangster on Blue Sky. Our love affair was like a whirlwind. I knew I had to Tread Lightly as my addiction grew stronger and within a week and five days, I had finished watching the first three seasons. There was no Half Measures with me.
I understand now. You were compelling, intriguing and provided a perspective on life I would culturally, ethically and fashionably never view (those yellow, faux pas jumpsuits in particular).
From Breaking Bad I discovered the true demand behind pseudoephedrine and perhaps why the pink Calpol tastes so darn good. You taught me the many alternative uses of hydrofluoric acid, termites and disused wall sockets. Through you, I learned to cope with momentary bouts of anxiety towards the end of each episode and to survive on four hours sleep on Sunday nights/Monday mornings.
Now there is No Más, and we face End Times as Vince Gilligan metaphysically turns the wireless modem off on the broadband of my life. For now, we give you the Green Light but for just One Minute let us remember the one who knocks:
“Gliding o’er all, through all, Through Nature, Time, and Space, As a ship on the waters advancing, The voyage of the soul—not life alone, Death, many deaths I’ll sing.”
―Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass.
In the meantime, if you’re in need of a fictional, shoddy lawyer or just an internet-based Easter egg to ease the pain, then you “Better Call Saul!”
