Edgar [of Echelon]

A self-made 'ideal American' is a sports-coach (junior-league) and a self-made American Psycho, for a bureaucracy-reading in definition (in a small town - Echelon).

A Western (American) psyche-dogma tale of readings for darkness, inspired (very loosely!) by the unusual novel-adapted urban-life disintegrations-books murder film American Psycho (Mary Harron). 

----

====

Edgar became a fine junior-league ice-hockey coach in a Homeland-Jersey suburbia-town (Echelon) for an incomplete-distances reading for psyche-drawn lifestyle-lines for competition and net-activity rhetoric in the 21st-Century American Homeland, but this was not a simply Selfie-bound man of 'overground' folk-conversation but a drawn psycho-killer who doubled post-midnight as a diamond-thief and stalking-murderer of Western gents/ladies and mostly adult-league ice-hockey fans for social media superstition language of paranoia/darkness. Follow along!

EDGAR: I live simply, and with mean supply-IQ, and I love hockey and my home and Hell (Diary Entry-23).

He liked swapping diamonds with glass-animals for some eco-capitalism smalltown consumerism/insurance character activity line, and perchance he fashioned himself as something like a self-inventive 'Robin-Hood' of commerce/customs darkness, but mostly he loved ice-hockey, the glide on ice, the flow for teamwork, and the assist/strikes involved with finding niches in the net/goal for 'striking' sportsmanship-drawn 'chess' theater! Edgar of Echelon was no 'iconic' patriot but a stranger of the Western civilization of incomplete-distances readings for the 'art' of life's dialysis (hmmm).

EDGAR: I look at femme-victims as snake-wrapped, or caged, by my blade from India (Diary Entry-23).

GIRLFRIEND: You're American Psycho!

EDGAR: I made pasta with alfredo, truffles, roasted onions, and fried ground-beef, hon.

GIRLFRIEND: You're American Psycho!

EDGAR: Only for ice-hockey (and for you).

GIRLFRIEND: You're American Psycho!

EDGAR: Facebook like!

DETECTIVE: This corpse had her throat slit and then her legs drizzled with HCL.

INTERVIEW: Stranger acid?

DETECTIVE: This ice-hockey coach called us claiming he was in love with her!

INTERVIEW: What else did he claim, friend?
DETECTIVE: Something about gifting her Brussels-gems (insurance) for document.

INTERVIEW: Bad faith (thanx!).

Was it Edgar who made the call? The detective had no clue. Edgar'd been 'fascinated' by sportsmanship-windows trophies, like his incredible collection of hockey-cards, of the 20th/21st-Century Homeland (America) of 'incomplete-distances readings for the quality of net-activity rhetoric and collectors-storyboards. Why did he decide to 'become' a rogue, a stranger character for bureaucracy-paranoia (hmmm)?

PSYCHIATRIST: Any regret(s), Edgar of Echelon?

EDGAR: I loved one of the 'lady-hawks' I considered a stat-doughnut.

PSYCHIATRIST: Damn (bureaucracy-readings).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

====

"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)