Бойцовский клуб

           ThespacemonkeyswaitinquietwhileImakemysandwich andtakeanotherbottleofvodkaandgoupthestairs. BehindmeIhear, "Youarenotabeautifulanduniquesnowflake." 

           IamJoe’sBrokenHeartbecauseTyler’sdumpedme. Becausemyfatherdumpedme. Oh,Icouldgoonandon. 

           Somenights,afterwork,Igotoadifferentfightclubinthebasementofabarorgarage, andIaskifanybody’sseenTylerDurden. 

           Ineverynewfightclub,someoneI’venevermetisstandingundertheonelightinthecenterofthedarkness, surroundedbymen,andreadingTyler’swords. 

           Thefirstruleaboutfightclubisyoudon’ttalkaboutfightclub. 

           Whenthefightsgetstarted,Itaketheclubleaderasideandaskifhe’sseenTyler. IlivewithTyler,Isay,andhehasn’tbeenhomeforawhile. 

           Theguy’seyesgetbigandheasks,doIreallyknowTylerDurden? 

           Thishappensinmostofthenewfightclubs. Yes,Isay,I’mbestbuddieswithTyler. Then,everybodyallofasuddenwantstoshakemyhand. 

           Thesenewguysstareatthebuttholeinmycheekandtheblackskinonmyface, yellowandgreenaroundtheedges,andtheycallmesir. No,sir.Nothardly,sir.Nobodytheyknow’severmetTylerDurden. FriendsoffriendsmetTylerDurden,andtheyfoundedthischapteroffightclub,sir. 

           Thentheywinkatme. 

           NobodytheyknowhaseverseenTylerDurden.