The Family Living In The ‘Breaking Bad’ House Has Finally Taken Action Against The Countless Pizza Throwers

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Countless perfectly good pizzas have been the casualty of a tired, overplayed gimmick on a quiet street in Albuquerque, New Mexico and I, for one, am personally offended.  I’d be more affected seeing a hot, cheesy pizza thrown on a roof than I would be a human baby. That should tell you everything you need to know about where I’m at in my life.

It’s been four years since the final episode of Breaking Bad and still so many people have been throwing pizzas on the roof of Walter White’s house (a la White in the second episode of season three), despite Vince Gilligan–the show’s creator–urging fans to stop nearly three years ago and Jonathan Banks–who plays Mike Ehrmantraut–adding that he would “hunt down” those responsible for the pizza tossing.

That never happened.

Joanne Quintana, whose mother owns the house, told KOB4 how big of a pain in the ass it is to live in the house Walter once did.

“We feel like we can’t leave because when we, do something happens and that’s ridiculous… They feel the need to tell us to close our garage, get out of the picture, you know — tell us what to do on our own property.” Now they’re installing a six-foot-tall high wrought iron fence. “We don’t want to gate ourselves in,” she said. “We’re the ones who’s being locked up. We did nothing wrong.”

On a weekly basis, Quintana said she loses count of how many people come to the house. Over the first Balloon Fiesta weekend, she estimates it climbed into the hundreds. In 15 minutes, a KOB news crew counted nearly 10 tourists. They can get nasty. Some even steal rocks from the landscaping as souvenirs.

If you’re a glass half empty kinda guy, you may say that having strangers trespass on your property to throw things on your roof is a nuisance. But if you shift your thinking a bit, you could save a shitload on groceries.

[h/t Uproxx]

 

 

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Matt’s love of writing was born during a sixth grade assembly when it was announced that his essay titled “Why Drugs Are Bad” had taken first prize in D.A.R.E.’s grade-wide contest. The anti-drug people gave him a $50 savings bond for his brave contribution to crime-fighting, and upon the bond’s maturity 10 years later, he used it to buy his very first bag of marijuana.