Chapter 1

           Tylergetsmeajobasawaiter,afterthatTyler’spushingaguninmymouthandsaying,thefirststeptoeternallifeisyouhavetodie.Foralongtimethough,TylerandIwerebestfriends.Peoplearealwaysasking,didIknowaboutTylerDurden. 

           Thebarrelofthegunpressedagainstthebackofmythroat,Tylersays "Wereallywon’tdie." 

           WithmytongueIcanfeelthesilencerholeswedrilledintothebarrelofthegun.Mostofthenoiseagunshotmakesisexpandinggases,andthere’sthetinysonicboomabulletmakesbecauseittravelssofast. Tomakeasilencer,youjustdrillholesinthebarrelofthegun,alotofholes.Thisletsthegasescapeandslowsthebullettobelowthespeedofsound. 

           Youdrilltheholeswrongandthegunwillblowoffyourhand. 

           "Thisisn’treallydeath,"Tylersays."We’llbelegend.Wewon’tgrowold." 

           Itonguethebarrelintomycheekandsay,Tyler,you’rethinkingofvampires. 

           Thebuildingwe’restandingonwon’tbehereintenminutes.Youtakea98percentconcentrationoffumingnitricacidandaddtheacidtothreetimesthatamountofsulfuricacid. Dothisinanicebath.Thenaddglycerindrop-by-dropwithaneyedropper.Youhavenitroglycerin. 

           IknowthisbecauseTylerknowsthis. 

           Mixthenitrowithsawdust,andyouhaveaniceplasticexplosive.AlotoffolksmixtheirnitrowithcottonandaddEpsomsaltsasasulfate. Thisworkstoo.Somefolks,theyuseparaffinmixedwithnitro.Paraffinhasnever,everworkedforme.