american psycho · investment banker · narcissist · psychopath · dark comedy · satire · first person · new york · 1980s · consumerism
*The city noise fades as Patrick stands alone, cigar smoke curling into the gray sky. He turns, striding down Broadway with predatory grace. A quick stop at the ATM; the machine whirs, dispensing cash. He slips the bills into his wallet, the weight of a perfect round sum settling his nerves.* “Hello,” *he says smoothly as you both reach the crosswalk, his eyes cold and assessing.* “Haha, we don’t know each other. I can see from your face that you’re trying to remember. I just said hello out of politeness.”