Бойцовский клуб

           Ijustdon’twanttodiewithoutafewscars,Isay. It’snothinganymoretohaveabeautifulstockbody. Youseethosecarsthatarecompletelystockcherry,rightoutofadealer’sshowroomin1955,Ialwaysthink,whatawaste. 

           Thesecondruleaboutfightclubisyoudon’ttalkaboutfightclub. 

           Maybeatlunch,thewaitercomestoyourtableandthewaiterhasthetwoblackeyesofagiantpandafromfightclublastweekend whenyousawhimgethisheadpinchedbetweentheconcretefloorandthekneeofatwo-hundredpoundstockboywhokeptslammingafistintothebridgeofthewaiter’snose againandagaininflathardpackingsoundsyoucouldhearoveralltheyellinguntilthewaitercaughtenoughbreathandsprayedbloodtosay,stop. 

           Youdon’tsayanythingbecausefightclubexistsonlyinthehoursbetweenwhenfightclubstartsandwhenfightclubends. 

           Yousawthekidwhoworksinthecopycenter,amonthagoyousawthiskidwhocan’tremembertothree-hole-punchanorderorputcoloredslipsheetsbetweenthecopypackets, butthiskidwasagodfortenminuteswhenyousawhimkicktheairoutofanaccountrepresentativetwicehissizethenlandonthemanandpoundhimlimpuntilthekidhadtostop. That’sthethirdruleinfightclub,whensomeonesaysstop,orgoeslimp,evenifhe’sjustfakingit,thefightisover. Everytimeyouseethiskid,youcan’ttellhimwhatagreatfighthehad. 

           Onlytwoguystoafight. Onefightatatime. Theyfightwithoutshirtsorshoes. Thefightsgoonaslongastheyhaveto. Thosearetheotherrulesoffightclub.