It just seems like some nights, the pain, the loneliness, whatever it is he's feeling, gets to be too much and he's just gotta disappear for a while, go out on his boat. I think he's trying to keep it away from Harrison.
Rituals are important. Not only for a serial killer, but also for a two-year-old if you want him to go to bed on time. Not that I mind. This ritual has become my favorite. Bedtime, alone with my son. Being myself.
Again? [Voiceover: OK, I may have told him this one before.] Once upon a time there was a little chino, scaring everyone in the hood. Nobody knew what to do... But Daddy did. He would slay that icky monster, hiding what was left of him in a special place that no one would ever find.
[voiceover] We all want life to have some kind of meaning. Seems the older we get, the harder we look for it. And the harder it is to find. And some of us just look in the wrong place. But if our lives don't have meaning, what can we leave behind for those we care about?
[To Dexter] I remember when I found that under your bed. I would have rather it had been a stack of Playboys. Most kids in eighth grade were obsessed over their favorite baseball players. You tracked serial killers.
You're kidding yourself, asshole. All I ever cared about was killing, and I can't even do that right any more. That's what you've got to look forward to. This is your future, and it includes adult fucking diapers!
You are not my future. I will not spend my final days getting drunk and staring at a box of trophies.
WWalter
Keep telling yourself that. Make sure they know who I am. I wish I could see the look on my son's face when he finds out. He won't be able to ignore that!
