Бойцовский клуб

           Mystomachhitsthethinmetalwindowsill,andbehindme,thefightclubmechanicyells, "Mr.Durden!You’regoingtofuckupthetime." 

           Hanginghalfoutthewindow,Iclawattheblackrubbersidewalkofthereartire. Igrabthewheelwelltrimandpull. Someonegrabsmyfeetandpulls. I’myellingatthelittletractorinthedistance,"Hey."And"Hey." Myfaceswellinghotandfullofblood,I’mhangingupsidedown. Ipullmyselfoutalittle. Handsaroundmyanklespullmebackin. Mytieflopsinmyface. Mybeltbucklecatchesonthewindowsill. Thebeesandthefliesandweedsareinchesfrominfrontofmyface,andI’myelling,"Hey!" 

           Handsarehookedinthebackofmypants,tuggingmein,huggingmypantsandbeltdownovermyass. 

           Somebodyinsidethebusyells, "Oneminute!" 

           Myshoesslipoffmyfeet. 

           Mybeltbuckleslipsinsidethewindowsill. 

           Thehandsbringmylegstogether. Thewindowsillcutshotfromthesunintomystomach. Mywhiteshirtbillowsanddropsdownaroundmyheadandshoulders, myhandsstillgrippingthewheelwelltrim,mestillyelling,"Hey!" 

           Mylegsarestretchedoutstraightandtogetherbehindme. Mypantsslipdownmylegsandaregone. Thesunshineswarmonmyass. 

           Bloodpoundinginmyhead,myeyesbuggingfromthepressure,allIcanseeisthewhiteshirthangingaroundmyface. Thetractorrattlessomewhere. Thebeesbuzz.Somewhere.Everythingisamillionmilesaway. Somewhereamillionmilesbehindmesomeoneisyelling, "Twominutes!"