I finished the finale of Breaking Bad tonight. Fantastic show. The logical and methodical progress from one minor evil to another minor evil eventually evolving to heinous acts was beautiful. The desire to be "someone" instead of another nameless face also speaks to me.
Behind the scenes trivia: The "meth" they used in the show was actually cotton-candy flavored rock candy. In every morbid scene of death, violence, and horror the actors were working in an environment that reeked of cotton candy.
Personal note: The little boy living in the crackhouse with the meth head mom ... was me. I came from that before I was adopted. I am immeasurably fortunate.