Бойцовский клуб

           Whoguysareinfightclubisnotwhotheyareintherealworld. Evenifyoutoldthekidinthecopycenterthathehadagoodfight,youwouldn’tbetalkingtothesameman. 

           WhoIaminfightclubisnotsomeonemybossknows. 

           Afteranightinfightclub,everythingintherealworldgetsthevolumeturneddown. Nothingcanpissyouoff. Yourwordislaw,andifotherpeoplebreakthatlaworquestionyou,eventhatdoesn’tpissyouoff. 

           Intherealworld,I’marecallcampaigncoordinatorinashirtandtie,sittinginthedarkwithamouthfulofbloodandchangingtheoverheadsandslidesasmybosstellsMicrosofthowhechoseaparticularshadeofpalecornflowerblueforanicon. 

           ThefirstfightclubwasjustTylerandIpoundingoneachother. 

           ItusedtobeenoughthatwhenIcamehomeangryandknowingthatmylifewasn’ttoeingmyfive-yearplan,Icouldcleanmycondominiumordetailmycar. SomedayI’dbedeadwithoutascarandtherewouldbeareallynicecondoandcar. Really,reallynice,untilthedustsettledorthenextowner. Nothingisstatic. EventheMonaLiraisfallingapart. Sincefightclub,Icanwigglehalftheteethinmyjaw. 

           Maybeself-improvementisn’ttheanswer. 

           Tylerneverknewhisfather. 

           Maybeself-destructionistheanswer. 

           TylerandIstillgotofightclub,together. Fightclubisinthebasementofabar,now,afterthebarclosesonSaturdaynight,andeveryweekyougoandthere’smoreguysthere.