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May. 19th, 2014
Oh, my god, he moves his car off to the side of the driveway, again. It's only Monday. Kay just left on Saturday. It's getting worse.
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1750
It's not Kay. Lorie is coming over. They are going to watch a Spurs game. At least she probably won't be staying the night, but, on the other hand, she very well could stay until three in the morning. And she is loud: she may be in her elder years, but she is a teenager in her heart. If she does stay late, that probably also means a lot of drinking, but she should know that that could send him to the hospital. If, if , if, a lot of ifs. I'll have to take reality one punch at a time and roll with it.
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2200
Pop is so deep into his seduction mode that he heavily doused the house with that perfumey scent. Over three hours later, the prettified stench still hangs heavily in the air.
It has been a long time since she came here. At least a few months, I think.
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2230
She's leaving early. That's a break for me.
I am not sure that they drank any alcohol, even a beer. That's a break for Pop. Pop may still be a little young at heart himself, but his body is far from that.
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1750
It's not Kay. Lorie is coming over. They are going to watch a Spurs game. At least she probably won't be staying the night, but, on the other hand, she very well could stay until three in the morning. And she is loud: she may be in her elder years, but she is a teenager in her heart. If she does stay late, that probably also means a lot of drinking, but she should know that that could send him to the hospital. If, if , if, a lot of ifs. I'll have to take reality one punch at a time and roll with it.
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2200
Pop is so deep into his seduction mode that he heavily doused the house with that perfumey scent. Over three hours later, the prettified stench still hangs heavily in the air.
It has been a long time since she came here. At least a few months, I think.
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2230
She's leaving early. That's a break for me.
I am not sure that they drank any alcohol, even a beer. That's a break for Pop. Pop may still be a little young at heart himself, but his body is far from that.
American Psycho
May. 19th, 2014 07:21 pmBateman goes out on a triple-date to a U2 concert. At the beginning of this excerpt, Paul Owen is talking to him. Evelyn and Ashley have gone to the restroom.
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“Those guys over there …” He motions toward a group of stagehands standing by the edge of the far side of the front row, peering into the crowd, conferring with one another. “They were pointing over here at Evelyn and Courtney and Ashley.”
“Who are they?” I shout. “Are they from Oppenheimer?”
“No,” Owen shouts back. “I think they’re roadies who look for chicks to go backstage and have sex with the band. [...] They’re called trim> coordinators.”
“How do you know that?”
“I have a cousin who manages All We Need of Hell,” he shouts.
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We leave after Evelyn and Ashley return and later, in the limousine racing back toward Manhattan to make the reservation at Brussels, another bottle of Cristal opened, Reagan still on the television set, Evelyn and Ashley tell us that two bouncers accosted them near the ladies’ room and demanded they come backstage. I explain who they were and what purpose they serve.
“My god,” Evelyn gasps. “Are you telling me that I’ve been … trim-coordinated?”
-- “American Psycho” by Bret Easton Ellis
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“Those guys over there …” He motions toward a group of stagehands standing by the edge of the far side of the front row, peering into the crowd, conferring with one another. “They were pointing over here at Evelyn and Courtney and Ashley.”
“Who are they?” I shout. “Are they from Oppenheimer?”
“No,” Owen shouts back. “I think they’re roadies who look for chicks to go backstage and have sex with the band. [...] They’re called trim> coordinators.”
“How do you know that?”
“I have a cousin who manages All We Need of Hell,” he shouts.
[...]
We leave after Evelyn and Ashley return and later, in the limousine racing back toward Manhattan to make the reservation at Brussels, another bottle of Cristal opened, Reagan still on the television set, Evelyn and Ashley tell us that two bouncers accosted them near the ladies’ room and demanded they come backstage. I explain who they were and what purpose they serve.
“My god,” Evelyn gasps. “Are you telling me that I’ve been … trim-coordinated?”
-- “American Psycho” by Bret Easton Ellis
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I finished Marlowe’s “Faustus”. I don’t think I have been missing out with my focus on Shakespeare. I think it was more fun than Goethe’s original work, but I could have lived my life without reading it and not feel cheated. At least I settled my curiosity. And I may still give “The Jew of Malta” a rip later, much later, probably, if ever.