Бойцовский клуб

           Withthirtyshots,ourtotallyfuckedherocouldgothelengthofmahoganyrowandtakeouteveryvicepresidentwithacartridgeleftoverforeachdirector. 

           Tyler’swordscomingoutofmymouth. Iusedtobesuchaniceperson. 

           Ijustlookatmyboss. Mybosshasblue;blue,palecornflowerblueeyes. 

           TheJandR68semiautomaticcarbinealsotakesathirty-shotmag,anditonlyweighssevenpounds. 

           Mybossjustlooksatme. 

           It’sscary,Isay. Thisisprobablysomebodyhe’sknownforyears. Probablythisguyknowsallabouthim,wherehelives,andwherehiswifeworksandhiskidsgotoschool. 

           Thisisexhausting,andallofasuddenvery,veryboring. 

           AndwhydoesTylerneedtencopiesofthefightclubrules? 

           WhatIdon’thavetosayisIknowabouttheleatherinteriorsthatcausebirthdefects. Iknowaboutthecounterfeitbrakeliningsthatlookedgoodenoughtopassthepurchasingagent,butfailaftertwothousandmiles. 

           Iknowabouttheair-conditioningrheostatthatgetssohotitsetsfiretothemapsinyourglovecompartment. Iknowhowmanypeopleburnalivebecauseoffuel-injectorflashback. I’veseenpeople’slegscutoffatthekneewhenturbochargersstartexplodingandsendtheirvanesthroughthefirewallandintothepassengercompartment. I’vebeenoutinthefieldandseentheburned-upcarsandseenthereportswhereCAUSEOFFAILUREisrecordedas"unknown."