Бойцовский клуб
Chapter 2
Thisismyvacation.
Iwenttomyfirstsupportgrouptwoyearsago,afterI’dgonetomydoctoraboutmyinsomnia,again.
ThreeweeksandIhadn’tslept.Threeweekswithoutsleep,andeverythingbecomesanout-of-bodyexperience.Mydoctorsaid,"Insomniaisjustthesymptomofsomethinglarger.Findoutwhat’sactuallywrong.Listentoyourbody."
Ijustwantedtosleep.IwantedlittleblueAmytalSodiumcapsules,200milligram-sized.Iwantedred-and-blueTuinalbulletcapsules,lipstick-redSeconals.
Mydoctortoldmetochewvalerianrootandgetmoreexercise.EventuallyI’dfallasleep.
Thebruised,oldfruitwaymyfacehadcollapsed,youwould’vethoughtIwasdead.
Mydoctorsaid,ifIwantedtoseerealpain,IshouldswingbyFirstEucharistonaTuesdaynight.Seethebrainparasites.Seethedegenerativebonediseases.Theorganicbraindysfunctions.Seethecancerpatientsgettingby.
SoIwent.
ThefirstgroupIwentto,therewereintroductions:thisisAlice,thisisBrenda,thisisDover.Everyonesmileswiththatinvisibleguntotheirhead.
Inevergivemyrealnameatsupportgroups.
