Бойцовский клуб

           Oh,thisispleasant. 

           Marlasays, "I’mnotmakingthisup.Wecangetsomethingstronger,later. Somerealdrugslikecrosstopsorblackbeautiesoralligators." 

           I’mnotputtingthesepillsupmyass. 

           "Thenonlytaketwo." 

           Wherearewegoingtogo? 

           "Bowling.It’sopenallnight,andtheywon’tletyousleepthere." 

           Everywherewego,Isay,guysonthestreetthinkI’mTylerDurden. 

           "Isthatwhythebusdriverletusrideforfree?" 

           Yeah.Andthat’swhythetwoguysonthebusgaveustheirseats. 

           "Sowhat’syourpoint?" 

           Idon’tthinkit’senoughtojusthideout. WehavetodosomethingtogetridofTyler. 

           "Idatedaguyoncewholikedtowearmyclothes,"Marlasays. "Youknow,dresses.Hatswithveils. Wecoulddressyouupandsneakyouaround." 

           I’mnotcross-dressing,andI’mnotputtingpillsupmyass. 

           "Itgetsworse,"Marlasays. "Idatedaguy,once,whowantedmetofakealesbianscenewithhisblow-updoll." 

           IcouldimaginemyselfbecomingoneofMarla’sstories. 

           Idatedaguyoncewhowasasplitpersonality 

           "Idatedthisotherguywhousedoneofthosepenisenlargementsystems." 

           Iaskwhattimeisit? 

           "FourA.M." 

           Inanotherthreehours,Ihavetobeatwork