Бойцовский клуб
Chapter 3
EverywhereIgo,there’stheburned-upwadded-upshellofacarwaitingforme. Iknowwherealltheskeletonsare. Considerthismyjobsecurity.
Hoteltime,restaurantfood. EverywhereIgo,ImaketinyfriendshipswiththepeoplesittingbesidemefromLogantoKrissytoWillowRun.
WhatIamisarecallcampaigncoordinator,Itellthesingle-servingfriendsittingnexttome,butI’mworkingtowardacareerasadishwasher.
YouwakeupatO’Hare,again.
Tylersplicedapenisintoeverythingafterthat. Usually,close-ups,oraGrandCanyonvaginawithanecho,fourstoriestallandtwitchingwithbloodpressureasCinderelladancedwithherPrinceCharmingandpeoplewatched. Nobodycomplained. Peopleateanddrank,buttheeveningwasn’tthesame. Peoplefeelsickorstarttocryanddon’tknowwhy. OnlyahummingbirdcouldhavecaughtTyleratwork.
YouwakeupatJFK.
Imeltandswellatthemomentoflandingwhenonewheelthudsontherunwaybuttheplaneleanstoonesideandhangsinthedecisiontorightitselforroll. Forthismoment,nothingmatters. Lookupintothestarsandyou’regone. Notyourluggage.Nothingmatters. Notyourbadbreath. Thewindowsaredarkoutsideandtheturbineenginesroarbackward. Thecabinhangsatthewrongangleundertheroaroftheturbines,andyouwillneverhavetofileanotherexpenseaccountclaim. Receiptrequiredforitemsovertwenty-fivedollars. Youwillneverhavetogetanotherhaircut.
Athud,andthesecondwheelhitsthetarmac. Thestaccatoofahundredseatbeltbucklessnappingopen,andthesingle-usefriendyoualmostdiedsittingnexttosays:
