1. Before you try not to like it, already make up your mind that you will not like it—this makes it so much easier.

Winslow has a nose in this comic. It’s horrifying.

I leave the pharmacy, wiping off snot with my sleeve, my head stuffier than a high-school locker room. I carry nose drops, antihistamines, and the good decongestant for which I must flash my driver’s license because lesser meth cooks than Walter White use it as raw material.

This is actually way better than what Winslow used to be doing in the laundry room.

“Mommy, Daddy, are we middle class?” My eyes sparkled with hope.

“Yes, dear,” they answered. “We are.” And then we went out for ice cream to celebrate the fact that we could afford it.