Why I’m glad my husband isn’t a drug dealer


This past spring, Gerald and I had a “Breaking Bad” (Br Ba) watching marathon.  As other Br Ba fans know, once this show gets its claws into you, there’s just no turning back.  If you haven’t watched this series yet (yet because it’s simply a requirement and one day you shall, oh you shall), don’t worry, I will not give any plotline or stories away.  I can’t stand to know anything about a show, movie, or book before I start watching/reading.  And I have to start watching/reading from the very beginning or it’s just over!  So I don’t want to be responsible for rocking any of my gazillions of blog readers’ (right??) worlds in regards to any Br Ba spoilers.

That being said, after watching 47 hours and 32 minutes of “Breaking Bad” together, I learned why I would not want Gerald to get involved with drugs and/or drug dealing/trafficking.  Okay, first you have your obvious reasons; I’m pretty sure I don’t need to go into these — it’s illegal, it’s dangerous, he’d always be gone, yada, yada, yada, etc. etc. etc.  No, I’m talking about how Gerald was so quick to want rid of any character who posed even the slightest threat to the drug operation.  And when I say, “rid,” I’m talking about death.  And when I say “death,” death on this show is… oh sorry, I don’t want to say too much here.  I’ll just say death on Br Ba is usually not very nice.

Can you see where this is headed?  Ya see, I realized if Gerald were to become involved in the wild game of illegal drug distribution, he would end up killing everybody!  At some point, any involved person may become a potential threat to the drug empire, someone may talk.  And you just know I would be the first to go — “Oh the wife is nagging about me too much to her family and friends, it’s just a matter of time before she spills the beans about my whole meth making gig.”  I mean, can you just see it?

I told Gerald there would be no one left if he was in charge (of the show or of a real drug operation).  I argued there has to be a supporting cast (on the show and in a real drug operation), even if there’s a chance of someone blowing the lid off the whole deal.  Hello??  You can’t manage a massive drug empire solo!

I don’t know if Gerald took my points to heart, but here’s hoping he doesn’t become a bad-ass drug dealer so I never have to find out.  Hmm… maybe I should be a little less naggy (just in case).



One thought on “Why I’m glad my husband isn’t a drug dealer”

  1. I didn’t see any new posts so I came to have a look at an older one. You do make a good case about the dangers of having a drug-dealing husband. Plus you have a blog on which you might spill the beans, so that would be another reason why his trigger finger might get a little twitchy.

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