Бойцовский клуб

           IaskifTyler’sbeenfollowingme. 

           "Funny,"Tylersays,"Iwantedtoaskyouthesamething. Youtalkedaboutmetootherpeople,youlittleshit. Youbrokeyourpromise." 

           TylerwaswonderingwhenI’dfigurehimout. 

           "Everytimeyoufallasleep,"Tylersays, "Irunoffanddosomethingwild,somethingcrazy, somethingcompletelyoutofmymind." 

           Tylerkneelsdownnexttothebedandwhispers, "LastThursday,youfellasleep,andItookaplanetoSeattleforalittlefightclublooksee. Tochecktheturn-awaynumbers,thatsortofthing. Lookfornewtalent.WehaveProjectMayheminSeattle,too." 

           Tyler’sfingertiptracestheswellingalongmyeyebrows. "WehaveProjectMayheminLosAngelesandDetroit, abigProjectMayhemgoingoninWashington,D.C.,inNewYork. WehaveProjectMayheminChicagolikeyouwouldnotbelieve." 

           Tylersays, "Ican’tbelieveyoubrokeyourpromise. Thefirstruleisyoudon’ttalkaboutfightclub." 

           HewasinSeattlelastweekwhenabartenderinaneckbracetoldhimthatthepoliceweregoingtocrackdownonfightclubs. Thepolicecommissionerhimselfwanteditspecial. 

           "Whatitis,"Tylersays, "iswehavepolicewhocometofightatfightclubandreallylikeit. Wehavenewspaperreportersandlawclerksandlawyers, andweknoweverythingbeforeit’sgoingtohappen." 

           Weweregoingtobeshutdown.