My Brother Dexter
There are some things you should know, about my brother Dexter. The first is that he isn't a bad person. Not like one of those caricatures of evil you get in the repeats of that old Batman series. You know the one with Adam West? The Penguin and all the other fucked up villains. It's still on Saturday morning sometimes, when they have nothing else to show.
He isn't like that. Evil I mean. He'd disagree but he isn't. I know he isn't, he can't be. The second thing you need to know is that he...defines me. Yep as sad as it may seem, my entire God dam fucking life is controlled by what he thinks of me, him and my late father Harry. The thing I'm trying to say in a really shitty fucking useless way is, I guess Harry defined me. But he defined Dexter too. Dexter blames himself for what he is.
I don't, I blame Harry.
Harry knew, Harry controlled him. And now Dexter is helpless and he just can't stop himself. It's all Harry's fucking fault. Harry could have stopped him, helped him. But he didn't. Now I need to help Dexter instead.
And the third? Seeing Dexter stood there, my Dexter stood there, holding that knife, above DDK's head I remember just thinking "What the fricking Hell? What the shitting fricking holy fucking Hell is going on?" Before he-
Seeing him stood there.
Killing.
Being himself in front of me for the first time, in well... EVER!
Made me realise.
This could be the biggest break in my career and I don't care because, what you need to know about my brother Dexter is so fucking simple.
My love for him is unconditional.
And now I feel closer to him than ever before. And now I know things about my brother Dexter that I could never have hoped to learn otherwise. Now he trusts me! Now he tells me things. Now I get what I always wanted.
Now I get my brother Dexter.