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"FacebookPinterestBryan cranston gq magazine august 2013 02.jpeg\n\nIn honor of Breaking Bad's final stretch, which premieres this weekend, GQ presents an outtake from Brett Martin's August cover story on Bryan Cranston, about a lost episode from his life.\n\nIn September of 1976, at the age of 20, Bryan Cranston was at a crossroads. For several years, he had been taking law enforcement classes at junior college, pointed toward entering a degree program in police science. At the same time, he had discovered acting. Unable to decide between them, he simply took off with his brother, Kyle, crisscrossing the country on a two-year motorcycle odyssey. They slept on golf courses and in cemeteries. \"If it was a weekday, we'd look for a church or synagogue that had a patch of grass,\" he says. \"Weekends we'd find a school and climb the fence.\" They took odd jobs along the way, including gigs with carnivals, and they wintered near cousins who lived in Daytona Beach where Bryan sold towels and sunscreen at a hotel by day and began dabbling in the local theater by night as an actor and precocious producer.\n\nOne of the brothers' local hangouts was the Hawaiian Inn, where a man named Peter Wong staffed the kitchen. \"Nobody liked Peter. He was an angry miserable man, except he loved ladies. He hated men. Every man. He always carried around a wad of cash, to go the dog track or jai alai,\" Cranston says. \"We used to sit around and play 'How would you kill Peter Wong?' Like, 'I'd cut him up and put him in his moo goo gai pan.'\"\n\nSo, what ever happened to Wong?\n\n\"Oh, somebody killed him.\"\n\nIndeed, not long after the Cranstons had departed, the \"diminutive Oriental,\" as the Daytona Beach Evening News had it, was found in the trunk of his car. A suspect was soon arrested, but police attention briefly lingered on the two motorcycle-riding brothers heard plotting his death before leaving town. \"You know, they asked, 'Who didn't like Peter Wong that's no longer around?' 'Well, there were those Cranston Boys....' But we were already up in North Carolina or Virginia by then.\"\n\nAnd on the way to a different life. It was at the end of his two years on the road, as winter set in on the east coast, that Cranston had his epiphany. He and Kyle were holed up in a rest stop along the Blue Ridge Parkway, waiting out a storm. \"There were two slabs of cement, with just four posts and a roof, and a picnic table on them. Nobody else was there, so we just drove our bikes right up onto the slab. We were there for six days, because it never stopped raining. Never even got light. And we never saw another soul. So, you know, it's like prison: you're playing gin rummy, you're doing push-ups. Finally, one day, we'd done all that playing, and I started reading a book of Ibsen plays I had. I started Hedda Gabler. And I'm reading and reading and suddenly I look up and it's dark. It caught me by surprise. I'd gotten so carried away and it was like, Bing! I wonder if I should pursue this: Something that I love and can hopefully be good at, instead of something I was good at but not in love with. I thought, 'I think I'm going to do this. In fact, I know I'm going to do this.'\"\n\nRead the GQ Bryan Cranston August cover story"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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