Anybody notice this? (confessions)
At London art gallery, with Ken Taylor fan art.
"I used to be a beat cop, a long time ago, and I’d get called out on domestic disputes all the time - hundreds probably over the years. But there was this one guy, this one piece of shit, that I will never forget. Gordie. He looked like Bo Svenson, you remember him? Walking Tall, you don’t remember? Anyway, big boy, 270, 280, but his wife - or whatever she was - his lady, was real small. Like a bird. Wrists like little branches. Anyway, my partner and I’d get called out there every weekend, and one of us would pull her aside and say, ‘Come on, tonight’s the night we press charges.’ And this wasn’t one of those ‘deep down he loves me’ setups. We got a lot of those, but not this. This girl was scared. She wasn’t gonna cross him. No way, no how. Nothing we could do but pass her off to the EMT’s, put him in a car, drive him downtown, throw him in a drunk tank. He sleeps it off, next morning, out he goes. Back home. But one night, my partner’s out sick and it’s just me. And the call comes in and it’s the usual crap. Broke her nose in the shower kind of thing. So I cuff him, put him in the car, and away we go. Only that night, we’re driving into town, and this sideways asshole is in my backseat humming ‘Danny Boy’. And it just rubbed me wrong. So instead of left, I go right, out into nowhere. And I kneel him down, and I put my revolver in his mouth, and I told him, ‘This is it. This is how it ends.’ And he’s crying, going to the bathroom all over himself, swearing to God he’s gonna leave her alone. Screaming, as much as you can with a gun in your mouth. And I told him to be quiet, that I needed to think about what I was gonna do here. And of course he got quiet, goes still, and real quiet. Like a dog waiting for dinner scraps. Then we just stood there for a while. Me acting like I’m thinking things over, and Prince Charming kneeling in the dirt with shit in his pants. And after a few minutes, I took the gun out of his mouth, and I say, ‘So help me if you ever touch her again I will such and such and such and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.’"
"It was just a warning?"
"Of course. Just tryna do the right thing. But two weeks later he killed her, of course. Caved her head in with the base of a Waring blender. We got there and there was so much blood you could taste the metal. Moral of the story is I chose a half measure when I should have gone all the way. I’ll never make that mistake again. No more half measures, Walter."
Yes. Lung cancer. Inoperable.
Through five seasons that ended in September, Gunn negotiated a rocky, Emmy-winning ride of discovery, outrage, complicity and alienation, all within the context of what seemed to be a model suburban marriage and family. Breaking Bad was disturbing, riveting and bleakly funny. But Gunn, 45, left the heaviness behind at the end of the day. “You go on a journey with these characters. . . and [when one of them] has a trait that’s inspiring or fascinating, you get to take that with you. The other stuff you leave on the shelf,” she says.
DAMN GIRL LOOKIN HOT AS HELL
It’s amazing to rewatch the entire series while keeping this line in the back of your head
I usually get sick of my alarm tones, because they remind me of mornings and ugh, so I had been changing them about every 2 weeks
I’ve had Baby Blue as my alarm tone ever since October 2013
so sweet, so nostalgic, never gets old
Transformation of Walter White
Photo overlay re-creates BB scenes