It is safe to say that the tremendous story of Breaking Bad has become engrained enough in our cultural consciousness to render the obsession epidemic. But the phenomenon has come to a close. Walt’s journey has come to a close, and we fans have to find a new use for our Sunday nights. The ending was deeply satisfying, to say the least.

At Williston, any mention of “Last Night’s Episode” every week sends pained groans throughout the conversational audience as they relive the forty-five-minute emotional roller coaster that is the wildly successful AMC show. Viewers who are one episode behind might cover their ears and shout at mere mention of spoilers, and may find themselves shunned as the up-to-daters discuss in a frenzy Walt’s, Jesse’s, or Skyler’s latest move.

For those not yet in the know, I have one piece of advice: abandon all schoolwork, athletic commitments, and whatever sort of personal life you can manage without Breaking Bad, and go put your Netflix account to good use.

Here’s a quick breakdown of what you can expect. Walter White, played by Bryan Cranston of Malcolm in the Middle, is an utterly defeated, brilliantly intelligent chemist who teaches at an Albuquerque public school. He is haunted by the missed possibilities at a multibillion-dollar company he helped create and then abandoned before it attained wild success. He works at a car wash to make ends meet for his special-needs son and unexpectedly pregnant wife. Then he learns that he has lung cancer. Six months to live. Bills to pay. Medical expenses he can’t afford. He needs money.

He decides to produce methamphetamines with a former student to make a few bucks on the side, and soon enough he builds a small business. Then a large business. Then an empire.

“Mr. Chips to Scarface,” as creator Vince Gilligan says, referring to the classic novels about the British schoolteacher as well as Al Pacino’s legendary character. Bodies are left bloody or disintegrated along Walt’s imperious pathway. Many bodies. Moments both of wonderful comedy and profound tragedy appear regularly. There’s more symbolism than you’ll find in most books on your English syllabus and it’s all packed into neat 45-minute-long sessions that you will never watch one-at-a-time.

I’ve seen people nearly assaulted for revealing Breaking Bad spoilers, so I won’t mention anything specific in the plot, but this show has a way of drawing you in to Walt’s side while at the same time sending you into existential angst that you can still support a man who can do so many horrible things. I was on Team Walt to the end, but many fans can pin down the moment that sent them over the edge into hating him and wanting Walt’s DEA cousin ASAC Schrader to put a bullet in the man’s brain.

The thing that makes this show unlike most other on television right now is the sheer precision of it. It has cinematography like a movie, with lush landscapes and creative camera angles to highlight the enormity of Walt’s endeavors as well as his own mortality. The acting is brilliant and nuanced. Bryan Cranston is exceptional, able to show this haunting mixture of pain and perverted glee every time he lies to his loved ones. The writing is extraordinary. What other show could pull off an episode like Fly, where the main conflict of the episode is that Walt has to kill an errant fly in his meth-lab, yet they unearth deep parts of his character in the man vs. fly struggle. Just mind-bogglingly good.

If you haven’t started yet, I envy you. You have a bright and stark world ahead of you, one of blue meth and a sweltering Albuquerque sun. A beautiful world, and an engrossing world. Prepare to be thrilled.