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Post by RhodoraO on Dec 27, 2020 5:33:10 GMT
"Sat 4/1/00 6:02 PM Subject: Evelyn Calls
Evelyn called to say:
"I'm so sorry about my behavior did I get any of the Caesar Salad on your suede pants I am being sued by one of the Carlyle's maids who slipped on an anchovy in my apartment but that's what happens when you behave badly in front of the help."
"Are you on Drugs?" I reply.
"Yes for my face I never should have done the Laser peel at the same time as my facelift I can't move my jaw have you ever tried eating Tuna Tartar through a straw?"
"Put it in a blender with a light Sauvignon Blanc, never a Chardonnay, which tends to foam when mixed with seafood in a high speed appliance, and set the dial to liquefy for 30 seconds" I reply, hoping she'll hang up on me.
"Stop making fun of me everyone's making fun of me Courtney called from Arizona and said I must be in trouble and invited me to come out and stay with her."
"At where, Sierra Tucson?" which I understand she has confused with the "Canyon Ranch."
"No, Patrick, she donates her time and money to a youth hospice near her family's ranch and hasn't done anything since she and Tim Bryce broke off their engagement after her thing with Luis and I heard David Van Patten was turned down by CAA because he wasn't good-looking enough to work there and he didn't quite get the Lichtenstein in the lobby anyway and I am looking at the most beautiful flowers from Robert Isabell but I can't find the card oh here it is thank you Corrado."
"It says: 'Don't worry my darling, you will be more beautiful than ever, Love Oscar.' I wonder which Oscar, De La Renta or De La Hoya?"
I answer "Maybe Oscar Meyer."
"Who's Oscar Meyer?" she asks as I hang up the phone.
Virtually yours, Patrick Bateman bateman@AmPsycho2000.com"
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Post by RhodoraO on Dec 27, 2020 5:34:46 GMT
"Sun 4/2/00 7:45 PM Subject: I See Real People
I took P.B. to the movies on Sunday. Actually, he took me. He wanted me to enjoy his favorite movie with him, "The Sixth Sense." I think he likes it because the kid is in charge.
I picked him up at The Plaza where he was having brunch with his mother. Ricardo was driving the Black Mercedes Gelandewagen, identical to the one Arnold Schwarzenegger and Tommy Hilfiger have. P.B. likes riding in it because it's high off the ground so he can see everything.
But today, he asked if it would be okay if we just walked up to the Lincoln Square Theaters on 68th Street and Broadway. So I motioned to Ricardo to follow us until P.B. asked would it be okay if Ricardo didn't follow us because people are looking at the car and he didn't really like that, so I said fine and told Ricardo to meet us at the theater. But P.B. asked if it would be okay if Ricardo met us somewhere else in case he ran into some friends and he didn't want to be seen getting into that car. So I said "Well, P.B., what if it begins to rain, what will we do then?" He reached into his pocket and took out these little coins with holes in them and held them up and said "These." He placed one in my hand and I said they were very nice but what country were they from?
"They're bus and subway tokens!" he laughed. "Mom said you never saw one before!" and he continued laughing all the way up Broadway.
Virtually yours, Patrick Bateman bateman@AmPsycho2000.com"
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Post by RhodoraO on Dec 27, 2020 5:36:41 GMT
"Mon 4/3/00 2:38 PM Subject: All The Rage
I spent the day with P.B. yesterday. After the movie, at his insistence, we took the BUS home. He spent the whole time laughing, and not exactly with me, either.
At first I was furious with Jean. Where does she come off asking me for over TWO MILLION DOLLARS A YEAR, and then make the kid take the bus? But he seems to like it, knows all the routes and schedules, and says all his friends from school, even those who DO have Drivers and Planes, much prefer taking the bus. I guess it's their first step toward independence. He's always laughing, much more than I ever did, or do. You asked me if I were jealous of the simplicity of the relationship he has with his mother as opposed to the complexity of his relationship with me? Yes. You then wondered if it were one-sided, and the issues mostly mine. No, because I'm still being "played." P.B. is the pawn, and I am the King who is under attack. You wondered what Jean would have been like had she married someone else?
Obviously, she would not have grown in the same way. She'd have a nice life and an inferior child to the one she has with me. Then you jumped on the word "with," as if I were conceding a point to her.
What I have come to realize is that I DO want to have a relationship with my Son, and be a part of his life. I don't want to be an ignorant clown like Davis Ferguson, who is too busy screwing people over and gorging himself on artificially-colored food at truck stops while his son is getting more action than a Bookie on Super Bowl Sunday, and he doesn't know and doesn't care.
I Hate him for that, too.
Virtually yours, Patrick Bateman bateman@AmPsycho2000.com"
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Post by RhodoraO on Dec 27, 2020 5:38:04 GMT
"Tue 4/4/00 1:21 PM
Subject: The Hills Are Alive
In spite of Rap Artists' protests to the contrary, music today, for the most part, has lost it's soul. Actually, "Killed" is a better word, for the call to violence that is such an integral part of today's music betrays what music was meant to be. From the first caveman who noticed the haunting chant of the wind over an entrance to his cave, all the way to the most contemporary interpretations of techno-pop by artists such as Tangerine Dream, music is meant to glorify life -- to be a treat for the soul, an exclamation point, an expression of hope, a celebration. Not an outlet for hate.
The mood and needs of a Society are best expressed by the work of the Artists of the day, who speak for a people better than any politician or pundit.
Bob Dylan expressed the need for self-evaluation during Vietnam. Cole Porter spun fantasies as the world faced depression. Elvis liberated the youth of America born during a time of War. The Beatles were perhaps the world's first cultural happening, bringing together the children of the world across the boundaries of geography and culture.
Madonna doesn't just sing about freedom for women. She IS freedom for women. It is fascinating that after the turn of the Millennium, the world has found a renewed appreciation for artists such as Burt Bacharach and Santana, comfort food for the ears.
Meatloaf, if you will, both literally and figuratively.
Virtually yours, Patrick Bateman"
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Post by RhodoraO on Jan 4, 2021 18:01:10 GMT
"Tue 4/4/00 3:09 PM Subject: The Art of the Deal
Davis Ferguson awoke to feelings of Nausea and Helplessness.
For you see, it was only last night, in the middle of the night to be exact, that Davis Ferguson discovered that the shares of a Trust he had set up to seemingly comply with a decree against him by the State Department were being sold to Simone De Reveney.
For you see, as a Legal Safety Net, Davis Ferguson's name does not appear on any of the ownership documents or stock certificates. These papers bear the name of his son, Terry, who according to his father, has no idea that he even owns them, or how much they might be worth.
But you see, you CAN teach an old Dog new tricks.
And this lesson was taking place on board "Le Beaux Simone" somewhere off the coast of Crete.
The pupil, Terry Davis, quickly grasped the concept that he was in a position to pay back his Father for his various "kindnesses." For you see, as Simone wisely pointed out, Davis Ferguson must reveal himself to defend himself, thus exposing himself to criminal sanction. Therefore, Terry felt that to go along with Simone was a sure way to claim his money.
Davis Ferguson knew that, too. And he also knew that there was no more honest relationship than the one between people who don't like each other and don't trust each other.
So he called me, and decided we needed to talk. So I said, Fine. Come into town and we'll talk. I'll take you to Le Cirque for lunch, and please dress appropriately.
Virtually yours, Patrick Bateman bateman@AmPsycho2000.com"
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Post by RhodoraO on Jan 4, 2021 18:03:12 GMT
"Wed 4/5/00 7:30 PM Subject: Architectural Digestion
If I had realized what an invasion of privacy it would turn out to be, I never would have allowed Architectural Digest to photograph my apartment for the next "New York Issue." They have been here so long it's beginning to feel like "The Man who Came to Dinner," only this unwelcome guest brought a florist and a stylist with him.
I live on the most prime stretch of Central Park West in one of architect Emory Roth's fabled "Mansions in the Sky." Quite a cutting edge choice, considering my family's penchant over the last several generations for living within the confines of 10021, New York's toniest Zip Code. But I needed a change after leaving Jean, and I didn't feel like running into her or her friends each time I ventured onto Madison Avenue.
My apartment faces Central Park from the 19th and 20th floors. The main rooms on 19 open out to a terrace that spans the width of the apartment, and can accommodate dinner for 60 as well as an orchestra. The bedroom level on 20, which also houses my gym, sauna, spa, and media center, is reached by a beautiful Mahogany staircase with brushed steel accents.
My Furniture is, for the most part, Museum-quality family pieces mixed in with some Josef Hofmann and Ruhlman that work together quite nicely.
I am most proud of my art.
Upon entering the thirty-six foot long gallery you are met by Warhol's Double Elvis, which shares wall space with a Damien Hirst Dot painting and a Donald Baechlor Ice Cream Cone.
The living room is filled with mostly monochromatic or muted works by masters such as Leger, Picasso, Balthus, and Rothko.
The dining room is where I keep my collection of Motherwell, Kenneth Noland, Morris Louis, and Frankenthaler, all of which look remarkable by candlelight.
The library is where I keep my collection of 20th Century Photographs. I was one of the earliest collectors. Stieglitz, Mapplethorpe, and Sherman are my favorites. And I have a collection of Hurrell photographs in my dressing room that inspire me. Oh yes, and plenty of mirrors.
Virtually yours, Patrick Bateman bateman@AmPsycho2000.com"
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Post by RhodoraO on Jan 4, 2021 18:05:54 GMT
"Thu 4/6/00 12:52 PM Subject: Sometimes You Win By Losing
I am developing an unusual feeling for me, and that is Trust.
I never felt trust before. When I married Jean it was about controlling her. And when P.B. came along it was about controlling and possessing him.
Lately, though, I'm beginning to trust them and their judgment as to how they need to live their own lives. And it doesn't mean that I was wrong and they are right. It just might mean that sometimes compromise CAN work out for everybody. And, surprisingly, I am viewing my son for the first time as a person, not a possession or a pawn.
He called me at the office today and said he didn't really care about moving out of the big apartment as long as the new place he and his mother moved to was near enough to a movie theatre so that he and I could walk there on Sundays. And if that didn't work out, he'd let Ricardo drive us. It didn't matter to him as long as we were together.
And I thought I was the one who did the manipulating here.
Virtually yours, Patrick Bateman bateman@AmPsycho2000.com"
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Post by RhodoraO on Jan 4, 2021 18:11:46 GMT
"Thu 4/6/00 4:22 PM Subject: Dining with Caligula
Davis Ferguson was more uncomfortable at Le Cirque than I ever was at Denny's.
"I thought you told me this place didn't have a dress code," Davis said, looking remarkably ridiculous in the jacket he was forced to borrow from the management when he arrived without one.
Anticipating this, I had over-tipped the coat check girl to hide all but the mustard and rust colored plaid one that sat opposite me encasing Davis Ferguson. A jacket that instantly turns its wearer into a used car salesman.
"We all have some things we need to keep hidden," he said, his mouth full of Chilean Sea Bass wrapped in potatoes in a red wine glaze with shallots. "I think we both know what I am talking about."
"Your face is too fat for you to ever come off as sly," I was tempted to tell him.
"I need someone to make a higher bid to the Trust for those shares, someone who might want to sign an exclusive deal for a fixed price for the Silica mined after a transfer of the shares to a third party, at a profit, of course."
"That someone you are referring to is me, am I correct?"
He nodded as he removed a bone from his mouth with his thumb and pinky.
"I'll think about it," I said, and then asked the waiter to get him a finger bowl.
Virtually yours, Patrick Bateman bateman@AmPsycho2000.com"
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Post by RhodoraO on Feb 21, 2021 4:34:51 GMT
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