Coco

Coco and I are having a real contest of wills. She’s winning. It’s almost three o’clock and she won’t come in, and she won’t let me grab her. I had to grab Sammy and Ash this morning. I even threw out the water to better induce Coco to come inside, but she is showing some awesome willpower. I will really starve them tonight, though. I am the weakest of weaklings in the world, but I think I really have the power here.

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I got her! I had to go out and chase her down, but she finally let herself be caught. Man, isn't there something wrong about having to work this hard to get your cat in comfort and food. Of course, you could let them go and have nothing to do with them, but then they will likely die within a year.

American Psycho

One of Ellis’s lighthearted interludes.

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After the office I worked out at Xclusive and once home made obscene phone calls to young Dalton girls, the numbers I chose coming from the register I stole a copy of from the administration office when I broke in last Thursday night. “I’m a corporate raider,” I whispered lasciviously into the cordless phone. “I orchestrate hostile takeovers. What do you think of that?” and I would pause before making sucking noises, freakish piglike grunts, and then ask, “Huh, bitch?” Most of the time I could tell they were frightened and this pleased me greatly, enabled me to maintain a strong, pulsating erection for the duration of the phone calls, until one of the girls, Hilary Wallace, asked, unfazed, “Dad, is that you?”

And whatever enthusiasm I’d built up plummeted. Vaguely disappointed, I made a few more calls, but only halfheartedly, opening today’s mail while doing so, and I finally hung up in midsentence when I came across a personalized reminder from Clifford, the guy who helps me at Armani, that there was a private sale at the boutique on Madison … two weeks ago! and though I figured out that one of the doormen probably withheld the card to piss me off, it still doesn’t erase the fact that I missed the fucking sale, and dwelling over this loss while wandering down Central Park West somewhere around Seventy-sixth, Seventy-fifth, it strikes me profoundly that the world is more often than not a bad and cruel place.

-- “American Psycho” by Bret Easton Ellis

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