We Finished Watching the Complete Series of Dexter

I remember when Dexter was released in 2006 and thinking that's a show I'll never watch. The premise is downright revolting, a TV show about a serial killer. Not necessarily Jenn or my cup of tea. I even watched the first episode when Dexter was first on Netflix and remember thinking wow this show really isn't for me. 

But then on a random slow day a couple of years ago we sat down to watch Dexter on Netflix and gave it another try and were instantly hooked. To say that we were rooting for a serial killer might be an understatement. We would often times talk during an episode about how Dexter would get out of his current predicament and bring the other serial killer to justice.

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The mere fact that Showtime produced a show about a serial killer that within a few episodes made you apathetic to him and his plight is incredible. The series really hit its high during Season 4 with the trinity killer played by John Lithgow was downright bone-chilling. A normal family man similar to Dexter who lives two lives was such an intense season and one that I'll never forget.

One of the great things about Dexter was that for being a show about a serial killer it also had a lot of heart. The whole cast was great, the acting was superb, and the stories never got old. It is unfortunate that the last season of the show drastically fell in quality but it at least ended with an interesting twist. I for one will miss the incredibly creepy opening scene before each episode that instantly get you back in the mood for more Dexter.

I just know there’s something dark in me and I hide it. I certainly don’t talk about it, but it’s there always, this Dark Passenger. And when he’s driving, I feel alive, half sick with the thrill of complete wrongness. I don’t fight him, I don’t want to. He’s all I’ve got. Nothing else could love me, not even… especially not me. Or is that just a lie the Dark Passenger tells me? Because lately there are these moments when I feel connected to something else… someone. It’s like the mask is slipping and things… people… who never mattered before are suddenly starting to matter. It scares the hell out of me.