
I live in the American Gardens Building on West 81st Street, on the 11th floor. &nbsp;My name is Patrick Bateman. I&rsquo;m 27 years old. &nbsp;I believe in taking care of myself and a balanced diet and a rigorous exercise routine. &nbsp;In the morning if my face is a little puffy, I&rsquo;ll put on an ice pack while doing my stomach crunches. &nbsp;I can do a thousand now. &nbsp;After I remove the ice pack, I use a deep pore cleanser lotion. &nbsp;In the shower I use a water-activated gel cleanser, then a honey almond body scrub, and on the face an exfoliating gel scrub. &nbsp;Then I apply an herb-mint facial mask, which I leave on for 10 minutes while I prepare the rest of my routine. &nbsp;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. &nbsp;There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. &nbsp;But there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory. &nbsp;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. &nbsp;I simply am not there.
