Бойцовский клуб
Chapter 11
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WherewearethisSaturdaynightisthefrontseatofa1968Impalasittingontwoflatsinthefrontrowofaused-carlot. Tylerandme,we’retalking,drinkingbeeroutofcans,andthefrontseatofthisImpalaisbiggerthanmostpeople’ssofas. Thecarlotsupanddownthispartoftheboulevard,intheindustrytheycalltheselotsthePotLotswherethecarsallcostaroundtwohundreddollarsandduringtheday,thegypsyguyswhoruntheselotsstandaroundintheirplywoodofficessmokinglong,thincigars.
Thecarsarethebeaterfirstcarskidsdriveinhighschool:GremlinsandPacers,MavericksandHornets,Pintos,InternationalHarvesterpickuptrucks,loweredCamarosandDustersandImpalas. Carsthatpeoplelovedandthendumped. Animalsatthepound. BridesmaiddressesattheGoodwill. Withdentsandgrayorredorblackprimerquarterpanelsandrockerpanelsandlumpsofbodyputtythatnobodyevergotaroundtosanding. Plasticwoodandplasticleatherandplasticchromeinteriors. Atnight,thegypsyguysdon’tevenlockthecardoors.
TheheadlightsontheboulevardgobybehindthepricepaintedontheImpala-bigwraparoundCinemascopewindshield. SeetheU.S.A. Thepriceisninety-eightdollars. Fromtheinside,thislookslikeeightyninecents. Zero,zero,decimalpoint,eight,nine. Americaisaskingyoutocall.
