"Harry was a great cop here in Miami. He taught me how to think like one; he taught me how to cover my tracks. I'm a very neat monster."

Lately, I've been holed up in my room even more so than usual. Doing nothing but watching Dexter.

12:30 AM, Sunday night, or rather, Monday morning, homework's undone, tests not studied for, room not cleaned, and I'm glued to my computer screen watching Dexter.

Dexter is a show that centers around a forensics blood spatter analysist who works for the Miami Police Department. He encounters all sorts of usual cases, and he's basically a genius. He comes off as this easy going, gentle guy who's a great boyfriend and an awesome brother.

It has the whole world fooled, it seems.

The twist: he's a serial killer, but the best part is, he doesn't kill just anyone. He focuses on those who deserves it. People who've killed in the past who are likely to kill again. He rids society of its worst. He's charming , though, as apathetic as he is, he's still charismatic and amiable. No one catches on, no one suspects his box of slides tucked away in his sunny apartment. Slides each containing a single drop of blood. Blood from each of his victims, which he collects as trophies. He hides them in his air conditioner; refrigerated, hidden, while still easily accessible.

He's also a sociopath. Antisocial personality disorder. He has no feelings towards others, he doesn't feel the difference between right and wrong. He knows what that difference is, he just doesn't have the intrinsic motivations most others have. When we're given his background through out the first season, we learn that he has strong, inexplicable urges to kill. He does the best he can and channels those drives towards those who would do the world a favor gone.

Basically, no conscience. Basically, no heart.

He has to live by a code his adoptive father, Harry, taught him. Rule #1, he's taught, don't get caught. Rule #2, make sure the victim deserves it. It's the foundation by which he lives his life. Laws and guidelines that were pounded into his head by Harry, who was also a policeman.

The shows unlike any I've seen before. You find yourself rooting for this bad guy, who's not quite all bad. Somehow, anybody who finds anything out, winds up, conveniently, missing or dead. However, the show manages to do this in such a way that their deaths make sense, they don't seem to be unrealistic or forced.

It's an amazing show. At least one of the best, if not the best show I've ever followed, and I'm terrible at following shows.

It's one that keeps you thinking the whole way through, but it's not terribly hard to follow.

I have yet to encounter anybody who's watched it and didn't love it.