Бойцовский клуб
Chapter 16
Poundingthatkid,Ireallywantedtoputabulletbetweentheeyeseveryendangeredpanda thatwouldn’tscrewtosaveitsspeciesandeverywhaleordolphin thatgaveupandranitselfaground.
Don’tthinkofthisasextinction. Thinkofthisasdownsizing.
Forthousandsofyears,humanbeingshadscrewedupandtrashedandcrappedonthisplanet, andnowhistoryexpectedmetocleanupaftereveryone. Ihavetowashoutandflattenmysoupcans. Andaccountforeverydropofusedmotoroil.
AndIhavetofootthebillfornuclearwasteandburiedgasolinetanks andlandfilledtoxicsludgedumpedagenerationbeforeIwasborn.
Iheldthefaceofmisterangellikeababyorafootballinthecrookofmyarmandbashedhimwithmyknuckles, bashedhimuntilhisteethbrokethroughhislips. Bashedhimwithmyelbowafterthatuntilhefellthroughmyarmsintoaheapatmyfeet. Untiltheskinwaspoundedthinacrosshischeekbonesandturnedblack.
Iwantedtobreathesmoke.
Birdsanddeerareasillyluxury,andallthefishshouldbefloating.
IwantedtoburntheLouvre. I’ddotheElginMarbleswithasledgehammerandwipemyasswiththeMonaLira. Thisismyworld,now.
Thisismyworld,myworld,andthoseancientpeoplearedead.
ItwasatbreakfastthatmorningthatTylerinventedProjectMayhem.
Wewantedtoblasttheworldfreeofhistory.
