Бойцовский клуб

           Tylerwashere. 

           "Youwerehere,sir." 

           I’veneverbeeninherebeforetonight. 

           "Ifyousayso,sir,"thebartendersays, "butThursdaynight,youcameintoaskhowsoonthepolicewereplanningtoshutusdown." 

           LastThursdaynight,Iwasawakeallnightwiththeinsomnia,wonderingwasIawake,wasIsleeping. IwokeuplateFridaymorning,bonetiredandfeelingIhadn’teverhadmyeyesclosed. 

           "Yes,sir,"thebartendersays, "Thursdaynight,youwerestandingrightwhereyouarenowandyouwereaskingmeaboutthepolicecrackdown, andyouwereaskingmehowmanyguyswehadtoturnawayfromtheWednesdaynightfightclub." 

           Thebartendertwistshisshouldersandbracednecktolookaroundtheemptybarandsays, "There’snobodythat’sgoingtohear,Mr.Durden,sir. Wehadatwenty-seven-countturn-away,lastnight. Theplaceisalwaysemptythenightafterfightclub." 

           EverybarI’vewalkedintothisweek,everybody’scalledmesir. 

           EverybarIgointo,thebeat-upfightclubguysallstarttolookalike. HowcanastrangerknowwhoIam? 

           "Youhaveabirthmark,Mr.Durden,"thebartendersays. "Onyourfoot.It’sshapedlikeadarkredAustraliawithNewZealandnexttoit." 

           OnlyMarlaknowsthis. Marlaandmyfather.NotevenTylerknowsthis. WhenIgotothebeach,Isitwiththatfoottuckedunderme.