Бойцовский клуб
Chapter 17
Youtelltheapplicanttogoaway,andifhisresolveissostrongthathewaitsattheentrancewithoutfoodorshelterorencouragementforthreedays, thenandonlythencanheenterandbeginthetraining.
SoItellmisterangelhe’stooyoung,butatlunchtimehe’sstillthere. Afterlunch,Igooutandbeatmisterangelwithabroomandkicktheguy’ssackoutintothestreet. Fromupstairs,Tylerwatchesmestickballthebroomupsidethekid’sear,thekidjuststandingthere, thenIkickhisstuffintothegutterandscream.
Goaway,I’mscreaming.Haven’tyouheard? You’retooyoung.You’llnevermakeit,Iscream.Comebackinacoupleyearsandapplyagain. Justgo.Justgetoffmyporch.
Thenextday,theguyisstillthere,andTylergoesouttogo, "I’msorry."Tylersayshe’ssorryhetoldtheguyabouttraining, buttheguyisreallytooyoung,andwouldhepleasejustgo.
Goodcop.Badcop.
Iscreamatthepoorguy,again. Then,sixhourslater,Tylergoesoutandsayshe’ssorry,butno. Theguyhastoleave.Tylersayshe’sgoingtocallthepoliceiftheguywon’tleave.
Andtheguystays.
Andhisclothesarestillinthegutter. Thewindtakesthetornpapersackaway.
Andtheguystays.
Onthethirdday,anotherapplicantisatthefrontdoor. Misterangelisstillthere,andTylergoesdownandjusttellsmisterangel, "Comein.Getyourstuffoutofthestreetandcomein."
