American Psycho

Hello my name is Patrick Bateman. I'm twenty-six years old. I live in the American Garden Buildings on West Eighty-First Street, on the eleventh floor. I believe in taking care of myself, in a balanced diet, and a rigorous exercise routine. In the morning, if my face is a little puffy, I'll put on an ice pack while doing stomach crunches. I can do a thousand now. After I remove the icepack, I use a deep pore-cleanser lotion. In the shower, I use a water-activated gel cleanser, then a honey-almond body scrub, and on the face an exfoliating gel scrub. Then I apply an herb mint facial mask which I leave on for ten minutes, while I prepare the rest of my routine. I always use an after-shave lotion with little or no alcohol because alcohol dries your face out and makes you look older.Then moisturizer, then an anti-aging eye balm, followed by a final moisturizing protective lotion...


There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable. I ''simply am not there''. It is hard for me to make sense on any given level. My self is fabricated, an aberration. My personality is sketchy and unformed, my heartlessness goes deep and is persistent. My conscience, my pity, my hopes disappeared a long time ago, if they ever did exist.


So now that we're all acquainted. I look forward to meeting every single one of you @_@ ''Personally''.
So if any of you would like to get together some time, in the not so distant future. Then consult my Business card & don't forget to make an appointment with my Secretary....