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His name is Walter Hartwell White, and he lives at 308 Negra Arroya Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico. He's fifty years old. Every morning, he wakes up, and his wife cooks him breakfast; her name is Skyler, and she used to be an accountant before she retired to take care of his son, Walter Hartwell White Junior. Lately, she's been making low-cholesterol food, which doesn't taste as good, but is supposed to keep him healthy.
He has cancer, and he's needed a way to pay his medical bills. He's decided to turn to cooking methamphetamine, because it's very profitable; he's been making thousands of dollars for much less effort than his job as a chemistry teacher at a high school. His brother-in-law, Hank Schrader, is an agent of the Drug Enforcement Administration, and spends his time tracking down meth dealers. It's ironic that he does so, because he introduced Walter to how profitable cooking meth could be. He has a partner, Jesse Pinkman, who is a junkie ex-student of his embroiled in the meth trade. Together, they cook the purest meth possible.