Бойцовский клуб

           Aboutself-destruction. 

           Atthetime,mylifejustseemedtoocomplete,andmaybewehavetobreakeverythingtomakesomethingbetteroutofourselves. 

           Ilookedaroundandsaid,okay. Okay,Isay,butoutsideintheparkinglot. 

           Sowewentoutside,andIaskedifTylerwanteditinthefaceorinthestomach. 

           Tylersaid, "Surpriseme." 

           IsaidIhadneverhitanybody. 

           Tylersaid, "Sogocrazy,man." 

           Isaid,closeyoureyes. 

           Tylersaid, "No." 

           Likeeveryguyonhisfirstnightinfightclub,IbreathedinandswungmyfistinaroundhouseatTyler’sjawlikeineverycowboymoviewe’deverseen,andme,myfistconnectedwiththesideofTyler’sneck. 

           Shit,Isaid,thatdidn’tcount. Iwanttotryitagain. 

           Tylersaid, "Yeahitcounted,"andhitme,straighton,pox,justlikeacartoonboxinggloveonaspringonSaturdaymorningcartoons,rightinthemiddleofmychestandIfellbackagainstacar. Webothstoodthere,Tylerrubbingthesideofhisneckandmeholdingahandonmychest, bothofusknowingwe’dgottensomewherewe’dneverbeenandlikethecatandmouseincartoons,wewerestillaliveandwantedtoseehowfarwecouldtakethisthingandstillbealive.