the show was good until showrunner left.
then it became a mess.
But after you grow with the character, get addicted to his infectious personality you decide to slowly watch it die.
Just like the first girl who sucked you off in the parking lot who's now dying from cancer. Should not have stayed in touch after she swallowed and tried to kiss you. You never got a second one. You stayed with her for a few months building a false relationship hoping for more knob licking action that never happened. Then you get invited to her wedding. Nothing happens. And then she calls you one night after years and years of longing for her sweet lips around your knob to tell you something. This is season 6. You're thinking wow. That is awesome. She's gonna leave her husband and come and live with me and lick and play with my balls 24/7. It's a real mans dream come true. She tells you she has cancer. That's mid season 6. The conversation that started was very promising. You got yourself a hard-on because her sexy raspy cancerous voice made you think of all the sex lines you called whenever you thought of her.
7th/8th season is being her platonic friend for a few years never getting action. Not even a kiss. Taking her to chemo. 8th season is like that one night you both get drunk after she accepts her faith and realizes she doesn't have that much left. She leans in to kiss you and in one swift move you lean in close for the kiss, unbuckle your pants, remove your underpants and get ready for the knob licking of a life time... and she throws up in your mouth. You can taste the cancer. The pain. The suffering. And after you savour every flavour her stomach had to offer, you think to yourself you need some mouthwash. And then she dies in your arms.
That's dexter.