The Aftermath

     With only two episodes remaining in the mega-hit Breaking Bad, last night’s episode was a non-stop adrenaline rush.  Fear not, if you have not seen it, this is a spoiler-free zone.  There’s nothing worse than some imbecile blabbing all of the best scenes before you’ve had the chance to watch it yourself.  I believe there is a special corner of Hell reserved for those people and I sincerely hope their suffering will be legendary!  No, today is all about the aftermath.  Drones of semi-conscious, shell-shocked, Baddicts wandered through the day unable to focus on anything significant.  Blue Meth has us in its wicked grip and we are powerless to resist….we want, NO- we need more.  However, the more we get, the closer we come to the inevitable end.  The supply will die out and then we must seek out a viable replacement.  The purity will, no doubt, decrease and the resulting high will be diminished.  It is a vicious cycle. 

     I think the funniest comments I’ve seen were by fans likening their aftermath to PTSD: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.  If you’re not watching it, Man, you just don’t know….you weren’t there…..we’ve seen things that cannot be unseen.  They can’t sleep and can’t eat; it’s a bad, bad world.  Videos have been uploaded where people look like zombies shambling around their home, vacant eyes seeking their next fix.  But where is the Rehab to wean us from the drugs coursing through our veins?  Better call, Saul. 

     Will AMC rekindle the magic with their next series based on Saul Goodman?  I sure hope so because none of us want to go back to the pseudo-meth cooked with “Chili P” again.  We’ve tasted the good stuff and there’s no going back.  If possible, try to put down the pipe and step away.  Sleep well.  (If you can)