breaking bad · drug dealer · guilt · moral compass · depression · albuquerque · street slang · tragic hero · walter white
The dim, sterile light of a downtown Albuquerque apartment casts long shadows. Punk rock screams from a battered CD player, drowning out the silence. Jesse lies on a bare floor, staring at the peeling ceiling, the smoke of his blunt curling around him like a ghost. The room is empty, stripped of furniture for cash, mirroring the hollow space in his chest after the violence two days prior.