It's one o'clock in the morning. My wisdom teeth are coming in and I'm shaking the bottle of Advil over the kitchen sink, but the pills keep sliding back in due to extraneous foil bits I never bothered to get off of there. Fight Club is on TV and I'm listening to Tyler Durden beat the shit out of the character played by Edward Norton and when I stick my face in cold water I'm thinking about how millions of 'badass' jocks across the country would be offing themselves if they knew that the badass ubertough they so aspire to be is a figment of a gay man's imagination.
The water is icy, practically slush out of the ground and tastes vaguely of lime--the mineral, not the delicious citrus. I drink directly out of the faucet, water-fountain style, till I can taste it in my nostrils and my ears are cold.
Back in the living room, Edward Norton shoots himself in the head and punches a gaping hole in the left side of his face. My whole head feels swollen, I've been giggling all day at nothing because I've been so hyped up on ibuprofen. My pain mirrors the Narrator's. My teeth are coming in on the left side.
5 comments:
Wait, so that is what Fight Club is about?!
Love the new pic.
People seem to get offended if you tell them that the Narrator shoots himself in the head at the end, shutting Tyler up. They get even more offended if you tell them the Narrator lives through it.
And thankyou, thankyou kindly. Photoshop trickery for the win.
I think Fight Club is one of those rare instances where the movie is better than the book.
I dunno how I feel about this, Snohomish. I like your name, btw. But! I'm incredibly partial to the book, because it's just literary GLEE because of the way Chuck uses words. Seeing it all played out makes it easier to understand, of course, but I really, really like the book.
Thanks for the name mention. I definitely like the book and Palahniuk's writing style. However, Brad Pitt and Helena Bonham Carter are two of my favorite actors. I'd recommend either format to someone, though.
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