i am addicted to the show dexter. it seems that my sitcom days are behind me. i've replaced the light, friendly shows with a dark, macabre drama.
the show centers around dexter morgan: forensic scientist cop by day, serial killer by night. i had always heard good things about the show, but i didn't decide to start until a few days ago. let me say, when dexter first plunged a knife into one of his "victims," i plunged headfirst into his world, his lifestyle, his struggle. why does he do it? what forces push a man to take the life of another human being? the show is definitely not for the faint of heart, however, it does get the blood pumping. just be sure to hide all the knives and plastic wrap from eyesight.
i see some of myself in dexter. no, not the blood-thirsty killer aspect. rather, the meticulous, attention-to-detail aspects. i am a perfectionist and dexter can not afford to be anything less than that. a fingerprint, a drop of blood, a loose hair. all of these can be traced back to him if he's not careful. in addition, his dry, witty remarks are on par with mine. maybe his are better. i'm afraid if he reads this, he may kill me... what am i saying, "may"? he will kill me.
he's a killer, but yet somehow, you empathize and sympathize with him. there has to be a rhyme and reason for what he does. you have to find out for yourself. if you have not seen the show, i highly recommend it. like watch it. right now. exit this ridiculous blog. purchase netflix. find dexter season 1 episode 1 and queue that mother up. you won't be disappointed.
thanks for reading.
-jdv