Бойцовский клуб
Chapter 2
Still,Iwasthefirstfake,unless,maybeallthesepeoplearefakingwiththeirlesionsandtheircoughsandtumors,evenBigBob,thebigmoosie.Thebigcheesebread.
Wouldyoujustlookathissculptedhair.
Marlasmokesandrollshereyesnow.
Inthisonemoment,Marla’sliereflectsmylie,andallIcanseearelies.Inthemiddleofalltheirtruth. Everyoneclingingandriskingtosharetheirworstfear,thattheirdeathiscominghead-onandthebarrelofagunispressedagainstthebackoftheirthroats. Well,Marlaissmokingandrollinghereyes,andme,I’mburiedunderasobbingcarpet,andallofasuddenevendeathanddyingrankrightdowntherewithplasticflowersonvideoasanon-event.
"Bob,"Isay,"you’recrushingme."Itrytowhisper,thenIdon’t."Bob."Itrytokeepmyvoicedown,thenI’myelling."Bob,Ihavetogotothecan."
Amirrorhangsoverthesinkinthebathroom.Ifthepatternholds,I’llseeMarlaSingeratAboveandBeyond,theparasiticbraindysfunctiongroup. Marlawillbethere.Ofcourse,Marlawillbethere,andwhatI’lldoissitnexttoher. Andaftertheintroductionsandtheguidedmeditation,thesevendoorsofthepalace,thewhitehealingballoflight,afterweopenourchakras,whenitcomestimetohug,I’llgrabthelittlebitch.
Herarmssqueezedtightagainsthersides,andmylipspressedagainstherear,I’llsay,Marla,youbigfake,yougetout.
Thisistheonerealthinginmylife,andyou’rewreckingit.
