Status Updates From Fight Club

Very different than anything I’ve ever read. Men are bizarre.

“The mechanic is there, driving. The birthday cake is on the seat between us.”

“They never say, stop. It’s like they’re all energy, shaking so fast they blur around the edges, these guys in recovery from something.”

“Three space monkeys are sitting in the back seat wearing their black shirts and black pants. See no evil. Hear no evil. Speak no evil.”

“Here, I’m not sure if Tyler is my dream.
Or if I am Tyler’s dream.”

“I tagged a first-timer one night at fight club. That Saturday night, a young guy with an angel’s face came to his first fight job, and I tagged him for a fight. That’s the rule. If it’s your first night in fight club, you have to fight. I knew that so I tagged him because the insomnia was on again, and I was in a mood to destroy something beautiful.”

Hice maratón porque voy atrasado con el club de lectura, pero… no estoy entendiendo nada 🫠