An 11-month wait is down to two days. The final eight episodes of my all-time favorite television series kick off this Sunday.
Breaking Bad has been less a TV show and more a religious experience for me over the past two years. Everybody I know who watches the show, from all walks of life, loves it. But it feels particularly suited to me — its Coen Brothers-esque visual style and mastery of tension, matched with dialogue worthy of Elmore Leonard, hit my creative sweet spot with bulls-eye precision.
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