Бойцовский клуб
Chapter 15
Thebrokenglassandframeandthepaintingofflowersandbloodgotothefloorwithmeclowningaround. I’mbeingsuchadoofus. BloodgetsonthecarpetandIreachupandgripmonsterhandprintsofbloodontheedgeofthehotelmanager’sdeskandsay, please,helpme,butIstarttogiggle.
Helpme,please.
Pleasedon’thitme,again.
Islipbacktothefloorandcrawlmybloodacrossthecarpet. ThefirstwordI’mgoingtosayisplease. SoIkeepmylipsshut. ThemonsterdragsitselfacrossthelovelybouquetsandgarlandsoftheOrientalcarpet. Thebloodfallsoutofmynoseandslidesdownthebackofmythroatandintomymouth,hot. Themonstercrawlsacrossthecarpet,hotandpickingupthelintandduststickingtothebloodonitsclaws. AnditcrawlscloseenoughtograbthemanagerofthePressmanHotelaroundhispinstripedankleandsayit.
Please.
Sayit.
Pleasecomesoutinabubbleofblood.
Sayit.
Please.
Andthebubblepopsbloodallover.
AndthisishowTylerwasfreetostartafightclubeverynightoftheweek. Afterthisthereweresevenfightclubs,andafterthattherewerefifteenfightclubs, andafterthat,thereweretwenty-threefightclubs,andTylerwantedmore. Therewasalwaysmoneycomingin.
