I think the funniest part of the Bateman posting is just how little has to be changed to make it about Rick.
“There's no use in denying it: this has been a bad week. I've started drinking my own urine. I laugh spontaneously at nothing. Sometimes I sleep under my fart blanket. I'm flossing my teeth constantly until my gums are aching and my mouth tastes like blood. Before dinner last night at Hooligans with Reed Goodrich and Jason Rust I was almost caught at a Federal Express trying to send the mother of one of the children I killed last week what might be a dried-up, brown heart. And to Ade I successfully Federal Expressed, through the office, a small box of flies along with a note, saying that I never, ever wanted to see her face again and, though she doesn't really need one, to go on a fucking diet.”
“a drug dealer on Thirteenth Street who offers me crack and blindly I wave a fifty at him and he says “Oh, man” gratefully and shakes my hand, pressing five vials into my palm which I proceed to eat whole and the crack dealer stares at me, trying to mask his deep disturbance with an amused glare, and I grab him by the neck and croak out, my breath reeking, “The best engine is in a two stroke lawnmower,”
“These questions are punctuated by other questions, as diverse as "Will I ever do time?" and "Did this child have a trusting heart?" The smell of meat and blood clouds up the half hovel until I don't notice it anymore. And later my macabre joy sours and I'm weeping for myself, unable to find solace in any of this, crying out, sobbing "I just want to go viral," cursing the earth and everything I have been taught: principles, distinctions, choices, morals, compromises, knowledge, unity, prayer - all of it was wrong, without any final purpose. All it came down to was: die or adapt. I imagine my own vacant face, the disembodied voice coming from its mouth: These are terrible times. Maggots already writhe across the human sausage, the drool pouring from my lips dribbles over them, and still I can't tell if I'm cooking any of this correctly, because I'm crying too hard and I have never really cooked anything before.”