And as the characters flesh out more and more I find myself increasingly addicted, in that unusual position of some current awareness of popular television. 

It's brilliant, and more so every episode as you come to appreciate not only Slipp'n Jimmy's slide from grace, the incorrigible non-conformist, his tragic flaw also his saving grace, the contrast in the way both he and Kimberley leave their jobs, there are the one second sight gags where he fills his coffee cup in the boiler room of the nail salon with Mont Blanc Pens presumably lifted from the law firm, (note the continuity, he fills the cup, pause, count, 9 pens, then in the pan away there's a dozen), he's finally his own man, and who can't relate to this? And there is abundant foreshadowing, the drug dealer crossing the border, the visual metaphors, a bug crawling upon the road, a Popsicle stick cemetery as the driver retrieves his gun...

It's all of the same brilliance you'd expect from Vince Gilligan, not - at the moment - as dark as Breaking Bad, but certainly every bit as good, and the clouds are gathering...