Бойцовский клуб

           Themechanicyellsoutthedriver’swindowintotheoncomingtrafficandthenightwindpouringdownthesideofthecar: "Wewantyou,notyourmoney." 

           Themechanicyellsoutthewindow, "Aslongasyou’reatfightclub,you’renothowmuchmoneyyou’vegotinthebank. You’renotyourjob. You’renotyourfamily,andyou’renotwhoyoutellyourself." 

           Themechanicyellsintothewind, "You’renotyourname." 

           Aspacemonkeyinthebackseatpicksitup: "You’renotyourproblems." 

           Themechanicyells, "You’renotyourproblems." 

           Aspacemonkeyshouts, "You’renotyourage." 

           Themechanicyells, "You’renotyourage." 

           Here,themechanicswervesusintotheoncominglane, fillingthecarwithheadlightsthroughthewindshield,coolasduckingjabs. Onecarandthenanothercomesatushead-onscreamingitshorn andthemechanicswervesjustenoughtomisseachone. 

           Headlightscomeatus,biggerandbigger,hornsscreaming, andthemechaniccranesforwardintotheglareandnoiseandscreams, "You’renotyourhopes." 

           Noonetakesuptheyell. 

           Thistime,thecarcominghead-onswervesintimetosaveus. 

           Anothercarcomeson,headlightsblinking high,low,high,low,hornblaring,andthemechanicscreams, "Youwillnotbesaved." 

           Themechanicdoesn’tswerve,butthehead-oncarswerves.