Бойцовский клуб
Chapter 4
Tonight,aftertheintroductionsandCatch-UpRap,agirlIdon’tknow,withanametagthatsaysGlenda, saysshe’sChloe’ssisterandthatattwointhemorninglastTuesday,Chloefinallydied.
Oh,thisshouldbesosweet. Fortwoyears,Chloe’sbeencryinginmyarmsduringhugtime,andnowshe’sdead,deadintheground,deadinanurn,mausoleum,columbarium. Oh,theproofthatonedayyou’rethinkingandhaulingyourselfaround,andthenext,you’recoldfertilizer,wormbuffet. Thisistheamazingmiracleofdeath,anditshouldbesosweetifitweren’tfor,oh,thatone.
Marla.
Oh,andMarla’slookingatmeagain,singledoutamongallthebrainparasites.
Liar.
Faker.
Marla’sthefaker. You’rethefaker. Everyonearoundwhentheywinceortwitchandfalldownbarkingandthecrotchoftheirjeansturnsdarkblue,well,it’salljustabigact.
Guidedmeditationallofasuddenwon’ttakemeanywhere,tonight. Behindeachofthesevenpalacedoors,thegreendoor,theorangedoor,Marla.Thebluedoor,Marlastandsthere. Liar. Intheguidedmeditationthroughthecaveofmypoweranimal,mypoweranimalisMarla. Smokinghercigarette,Marla,rollinghereyes. Liar. BlackhairandpillowyFrenchlips.Faker. Italiandarkleathersofalips.Youcan’tescape.
Chloewasthegenuinearticle.
