Бойцовский клуб
Chapter 2
Anythingyou’reeverproudofwillbethrownaway.
AndI’mlostinside.
ThisisascloseasI’vebeentosleepinginalmostaweek.
ThisishowImetMarlaSinger.
Bobcriesbecausesixmonthsago,histesticleswereremoved.Thenhormonesupporttherapy.Bobhastitsbecausehistestosteronerationistoohigh.Raisethetestosteroneleveltoomuch,yourbodyupstheestrogentoseekabalance.
ThisiswhenI’dcrybecauserightnow,yourlifecomesdowntonothing,andnotevennothing,oblivion.
Toomuchestrogen,andyougetbitchtits.
It’seasytocrywhenyourealizethateveryoneyoulovewillrejectyouordie.Onalongenoughtimeline,thesurvivalrateforeveryonewilldroptozero.
Boblovesmebecausehethinksmytesticleswereremoved,too.
AroundusintheTrinityEpiscopalbasementwiththethriftstoreplaidsofasaremaybetwentymenandonlyonewoman,allofthemclungtogetherinpairs,mostofthemcrying. Somepairsleanforward,headspressedear-to-ear,thewaywrestlersstand,locked.Themanwiththeonlywomanplantshiselbowsonhershoulders;oneelbowoneithersideofherhead,herheadbetweenhishands,andhisfacecryingagainstherneck. Thewoman’sfacetwistsofftoonesideandherhandbringsupacigarette.
