Бойцовский клуб

           Iask,arewegoingtoseeTyler? 

           Waitingformeinthemiddleofthefrontseatisabirthdaycakewithcandlesreadytobelit. Igetin.Westartdriving. 

           Evenaweekafterfightclub,you’vegotnoproblemdrivinginsidethespeedlimit. Maybeyou’vebeenpassingblackshit,internalinjuries,fortwodays,butyouaresocool. Othercarsdrivearoundyou.Carstailgate. Yougetthefingerfromotherdrivers. Totalstrangershateyou. It’sabsolutelynothingpersonal. Afterfightclub,you’resorelaxed,youjustcannotcare. Youdon’teventurntheradioon. Maybeyourribsstabalongahairlinefractureeverytimeyoutakeabreath. Carsbehindyoublinktheirlights. Thesunisgoingdown,orangeandgold. 

           Themechanicisthere,driving. Thebirthdaycakeisontheseatbetweenus. 

           It’sonescaryfucktoseeguyslikeourmechanicatfightclub. Skinnyguys,theynevergolimp. Theyfightuntilthey’reburger. Whiteguyslikeskeletonsdippedinyellowwaxwithtattoos, blackmenlikedriedmeat,theseguysusuallyhangtogether, thewayyoucanpicturethematNarcoticsAnonymous. Theyneversay,stop. It’slikethey’reallenergy,shakingsofasttheybluraroundtheedges, theseguysinrecoveryfromsomething. Asiftheonlychoicetheyhaveleftishowthey’regoingtodie andtheywanttodieinafight. 

           Theyhavetofighteachother,theseguys.