All of time and space; everywhere and anywhere; every star that ever was. Where do you want to start?
Because why me? If there is a God out there, why would he give a crap about me?
Stop it, Walt. Just stop. I don’t need to hear any of your bullshit rationales. I’m in it now. I’m compromised. But I won’t — I will not — have my children living in a house where dealing drugs and hurting people and killing people is shrugged off as “shit happens!”