Which would be very much in the spirit of the movie.

Now to zoom out one extra level, imagine the article was A.I.-generated drivel. It’s probably not but go with the premise: Patrick Bateman has entered A.I. hallucinations! What is the real Patrick Bateman vs the A.I.-generated hallucination one?
Sounds like a fanfic sequel elevator pitch.

Oh no, no no no… it’s all part of God’s plan!

Best known for being produced by Brian Eno.

“Hey man, did you hear the latest James album?”
“What? No. Why, should I?”
“Check this out, man… produced by Brian Eno.”
“Get the fuck outta here! Are you serious?”
“Yeah! It’s… it’s pretty damn good, check it out.”
“Interesting…! Yeah, I think I will, thanks for the heads up, man.”
“Sure thing, buddy.”

Pico de gallo is also the name of a street stand fruit cocktail in my town in Mexico.
Chunks of jicama, orange and… there’s another one I’m forgetting.

You sprinkle salt and powdered chili on top, then squeeze the juice of a large lime on top. It’s all eaten with a toothpick, you spear the chunks of jicama, orange and the other one.

The blues singer character Mississippi Gary from The Kids In The Hall comes to mind:

I got the blues so bad, I can’t even close my eyes… I gotta call a friend on the phone and tell him - “Buddy, come over and shut my eyes for me, I got the blues”.

Yeah, thank god I’m nowhere near that damned thing, and never will be.

Tonight! On this week’s episode of Famous Last Words…!

Ouchies

“Scratch” his itch for some of that killer skunk weed, the devil’s lettuce!

Did Sagan say that in writing? I know he wrote a few things about his experiences with pot, but those were informal, anecdotal writings, and this sounds much more formal, almost like a public statement meant for publication, or a speech.

Back when we had to rotate the TV dial to channel 3, just to play Rocket Command and Space Intruders.
Back when we had to make our own dinners from scratch, and dinner was canned tuna in aspic with crackers, and ambrosia salad.
Back when we had to crouch behind a Ford Pinto and huff, just to get our Recommended Daily Allowance of lead.
Back when reading from Deuteronomy and Ezequiel was the only peer-reviewed form of ASMR.
Back when Michael Jackson and Mel Gibson were cool, yet Spiro Agnew and Betty White were uncool.

Nostalgia… the pang of an old wound.

GODDAMN, JIMMY!

I’m gonna make y’all uncomfortable from muscle memory with another caption:
No internet, waiting for the ISP tech guy to arrive.

I would have gone sideways and said “Willem Dafoe”!

I can’t hear it. I can, however, smell it. Intensely.
It may be the acid kicking in, though.

Crystal Toad… Crystoad?

Meet the new boss.
Same as the old boss.
We won’t get fooled again!
🎵🎶🎶🎵

Centurion Haddock in the times of Elagabalus.

EDIT: Hadocus?

Imagine getting drugged at some seedy nightclub and you wake up without a kidney… then a week later you get drugged again and wake up with the same defective kidney stuffed back inside. A full refund!