"What do I do? I’m the key figure in an ongoing government charade, the plot to conceal the existence of extraterrestrials. It's a global conspiracy actually, with key players, the highest levels of power and it reaches down to the lives of every man, woman and child on this planet. So of course no one believes me. I'm an annoyance to my superiors, a joke to my peers, they call me Spooky. Spooky Mulder who's sister was abducted by aliens when he was just a kid and know chases little green men with a badge and a gun shouting to the heavens or anyone who will listen and fix this in; that the sky is falling. And when it hits, it will be the shitstorm of all time"
My name is Patrick Bateman. I am
twenty-six years old. I live in the American Garden
Buildings on West Eighty-First Street, on the eleventh
floor. Tom Cruise lives in the penthouse.I believe in taking care of myself, in a
balanced diet, in a rigorous exercise routine. In the
morning, if my face is a little puffy, I'll put on an ice
pack while doing my 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 masque 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 you
and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably
comparable: I simply am not there.
