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Tyler
was
the
pawn
of
the
world
,
everybody
's
trash
.
This
is
what
Tyler
rehearsed
me
to
tell
the
manager
of
the
Pressman
Hotel
,
too
.
At
Tyler
's
other
job
,
at
the
Pressman
Hotel
,
Tyler
said
he
was
nobody
.
Nobody
cared
if
he
lived
or
died
,
and
the
feeling
was
fucking
mutual
.
This
is
what
Tyler
told
me
to
say
in
the
hotel
manager
's
office
with
security
guards
sitting
outside
the
door
.
Tyler
and
I
stayed
up
late
and
traded
stories
after
everything
was
over
.
Right
after
he
'd
gone
to
the
projectionist
union
,
Tyler
had
me
go
and
confront
the
manager
of
the
Pressman
Hotel
.
Tyler
and
I
were
looking
more
and
more
like
identical
twins
.
Both
of
us
had
punched-out
cheekbones
,
and
our
skin
had
lost
its
memory
,
and
forgot
where
to
slide
back
to
after
we
were
hit
.
My
bruises
were
from
fight
club
,
and
Tyler
's
face
was
punched
out
of
shape
by
the
president
of
the
projectionist
union
.
After
Tyler
crawled
out
of
the
union
offices
,
I
went
to
see
the
manager
of
the
Pressman
Hotel
.
I
sat
there
,
in
the
office
of
the
manager
of
the
Pressman
Hotel
.
I
am
Joe
's
Smirking
Revenge
.
