The day we had been dreading finally arrived. We completed the entire series of a Breaking Bad. We were depressed for days.
Its amazing how fond you become of drug cooking crazy criminals when you get to know them. Walt, Jessie and their mad dodgy dealings had become part of our lives for a consistent five weeks. We'd cram in as many episodes a night as we could stay awake for and then we went to bed discussing our theories on money laundering and poisonous plots, leaving us questioning our own morals. Mostly I was wondering what I'd spend the hard earned cash on. Morals, what morals?