Бойцовский клуб
Chapter 7
Everywheretherearerustednailstosteponorsnagyourelbowon,andthere’sonlyonebathroomforthesevenbedrooms,andnowthere’sausedcondom.
Thehouseiswaitingforsomething,azoningchangeorawilltocomeoutofprobate,andthenitwillbetorndown. IaskedTylerhowlonghe’sbeenhere,andhesaidaboutsixweeks. Beforethedawnoftime,therewasanownerwhocollectedlifetimestacksoftheNationalGeographicandReader’sDigest. Bigteeteringstacksofmagazinesthatgettallereverytimeitrains. Tylersaysthelasttenantusedtofoldtheglossymagazinepagesforcocaineenvelopes. There’snolockonthefrontdoorfromwhenpoliceorwhoeverkickedinthedoor. There’sninelayersofwallpaperswellingonthedining-roomwalls,flowersunderstripesunderflowersunderbirdsundergrasscloth.
Ouronlyneighborsareaclosedmachineshopandacrossthestreet,ablocklongwarehouse. Insidethehouse,there’saclosetwithsevenfootrollersforrollingupdamasktableclothssotheyneverhavetobecreased. There’sacedarlined,refrigeratedfurcloset. Thetileinthebathroomispaintedwithlittleflowersnicerthanmosteverybody’sweddingchina,andthere’sausedcondominthetoilet.
I’vebeenlivingwithTyleraboutamonth.
IamJoe’sWhiteKnuckles.
HowcouldTylernotfallforthat. Thenightbeforelast,Tylersatupalone,splicingsexorgansintoSnowWhite.
HowcouldIcompeteforTyler’sattention.
IamJoe’sEnraged,InflamedSenseofRejection.
