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Tyler
said
,
sitting
at
breakfast
the
next
morning
,
"
You
looked
like
a
maniac
,
Psycho-Boy
.
Where
did
you
go
?
"
I
said
I
felt
like
crap
and
not
relaxed
at
all
.
I
did
n't
get
any
kind
of
n
buzz
.
Maybe
I
'd
developed
a
Jones
.
You
can
build
up
a
tolerance
to
fighting
,
and
maybe
I
needed
to
move
on
to
something
bigger
.
It
was
that
morning
,
Tyler
invented
Project
Mayhem
.
Tyler
asked
what
I
was
really
fighting
.
What
Tyler
says
about
being
the
crap
and
the
slaves
of
history
,
that
's
how
I
felt
.
I
wanted
to
destroy
everything
beautiful
I
'd
never
have
.
Burn
the
Amazon
rain
forests
.
Pump
chlorofluorocarbons
straight
up
to
gobble
the
ozone
.
Open
the
dump
valves
on
supertankers
and
uncap
offshore
oil
wells
.
I
wanted
to
kill
all
the
fish
I
could
n't
afford
to
eat
,
and
smother
the
French
beaches
I
'd
never
see
.
I
wanted
the
whole
world
to
hit
bottom
.
Pounding
that
kid
,
I
really
wanted
to
put
a
bullet
between
the
eyes
every
endangered
panda
that
would
n't
screw
to
save
its
species
and
every
whale
or
dolphin
that
gave
up
and
ran
itself
aground
.
Do
n't
think
of
this
as
extinction
.
Think
of
this
as
downsizing
.
For
thousands
of
years
,
human
beings
had
screwed
up
and
trashed
and
crapped
on
this
planet
,
and
now
history
expected
me
to
clean
up
after
everyone
.
I
have
to
wash
out
and
flatten
my
soup
cans
.
And
account
for
every
drop
of
used
motor
oil
.
And
I
have
to
foot
the
bill
for
nuclear
waste
and
buried
gasoline
tanks
and
landfilled
toxic
sludge
dumped
a
generation
before
I
was
born
.
