SanModderVF_28

I live in the American Gardens building on West 81st Street, 
on the 11th floor. My name is Patrick Bateman. I'm 27 years 
old. I believe in taking care of myself, a balanced diet, 
and a rigorous exercise routine. In the morning, if my face 
is a little puffy, I put on an ice pack while I do sit-ups. 
Now I can do 1,000. After removing the ice pack, I use a 
deep-pore cleansing lotion. In the shower, I use a 
water-activated gel cleanser, then a honey and almond body 
scrub, and a gel scrub on my face. Then I apply a herbal 
and mint face mask that I leave on for 10 minutes while I 
prepare the rest of my routine. I always use an aftershave 
with little to no alcohol because alcohol dries out your 
face and makes you look older. Then, moisturizer, then an 
anti-aging eye balm followed by a final hydrating protective 
lotion.
According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee 
should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat 
little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway 
because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. 
Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, 
black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up 
a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Ooming! 
Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? 
- Oan you believe this is happening? 
- I can't. I'll pick you up. 
Looking sharp. Use the 
stairs. 
Your father 
paid good money 
for those. Sorry. 
I'm excited. Here's 
the graduate. We're very 
proud of you, son. A perfect 
report card, all B's. Very proud. 
Ma! I got a thing going here. - You 
got lint on your fuzz. - Ow! That's me! 
- Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. - 
Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the 
house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is that 
fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. 
Never thought I'd make it. Three days grade 
school, three days high school. Those were 
awkward. Three days college. I'm glad I 
took a day and hitchhiked around the 
hive. You did come back different. 
- Hi, Barry. - Artie, growing a 
mustache? Looks good. 
- Hear about Frankie? 
- Yeah. - You 
going to the 
funeral? - No, 
I'm not going. 
Everybody knows, 
sting someone, 
you die. Don't 
waste it on a 
squirrel. Such 
a hothead. 
I guess he 
could have 
just gotten 
out of the 
way. I love 
this incorporating an amusement park into our day. 
That's why we don't need vacations.