Picture this: It's a lazy Friday afternoon (October 11th, 2019, to be exact), and I'm sitting on my worn-out couch, surrounded by bags of Cheetos and an assortment of snacks that could feed an army. I'm binging Breaking Bad for the hundredth time, just soaking up all that meth-cooking goodness. And then it hits me: El Camino, the Breaking Bad movie, just came out on Netflix!
Now, being the dedicated fan that I am, I decide to celebrate this momentous occasion by baking a batch of my famous "Blue Sky" cupcakes. I whip up a special blue frosting that looks eerily like Walter White's finest product. And, of course, I add a dash of my secret ingredient: a generous sprinkling of weed. Let's just say that these cupcakes have an extra kick.
As the sun sets and the movie starts playing, I'm already on cloud nine. Jesse Pinkman is racing around in that iconic El Camino, and I'm right there with him, munching on my blue-frosted concoctions and laughing like a hyena. He's in agony the entire movie, and I just found it hilarious.
But here's where things take a turn. In my euphoric state, I decide that I need to bring a little Breaking Bad magic to the real world. I mean, what's the harm, right? So, fueled by a mixture of Jesse Pinkman's reckless spirit and a hefty dose of THC, I grab blue spray paint, my trusty bike, throw on my leather jacket, and head out into the night.
I start pedaling around the neighborhood, searching for a worthy crime to commit. You see, I'm a thrill-seeking lesbian with a heart of gold, so my criminal endeavors are purely for entertainment purposes. I'm not out to hurt anyone, just to create a little chaos – Breaking Bad style. After a few laps around the block, I spot the perfect opportunity. There it is, parked innocently on the side of the road: a beat-up RV, just begging to be transformed into a mobile meth lab. In a moment of pure madness, I hop off my bike, march up to the RV, and break in. I don't even care that it's probably someone's cherished family camper. I'm just lost in the moment, high on adrenaline and weed.
Luckily for me, the keys were left inside the RV! I pulled my bike into the vehicle, shoved the keys into the ignition, and drove off to a random person's driveway. First things first, I had to decorate! Walter White made a mistake to not bedazzle his trailer. Everyone knows the first rule of cooking meth is to look good doing it! I grabbed a can of blue spray paint from my garage, and started to go to town!
But as I'm busy leaving my mark on this unsuspecting RV, I hear a familiar siren wail in the distance. Panic courses through my veins as I realize that maybe this wasn't the best idea after all. I quickly drop the spray can, hop back on my bike, and pedal like my life depends on it – which, in that moment, it absolutely feels like it does.
I zigzag through the streets, my heart pounding, and manage to lose the pursuing police car in a cloud of purple smoke. I can't help but giggle maniacally as I imagine the bewildered officers wondering how a middle-aged, weed-obsessed lesbian managed to escape their clutches.
Finally, safe from the law and running on pure adrenaline, I pedal back home, my laughter echoing through the night. As I collapse on my couch, catching my breath, I realize that maybe I've taken my Breaking Bad fandom a little too far. But hey, who am I to resist the call of the wild when combined with a potent strain of cannabis?