I walk out of the Bernalillo County Courthouse, a check for seven hundred dollars in my hand. I have no idea how good my life is right now: I've got my brother Chuck, no idea who the Salamancas or Walter White are, and maybe soon I'll ask Kim to make things official between us.

But all I can see are the problems I have right now.

"Damn seven hundred dollars... For a whole week of work? Public defense... bullshit..."