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Even
a
week
after
fight
club
,
you
've
got
no
problem
driving
inside
the
speed
limit
.
Maybe
you
've
been
passing
black
shit
,
internal
injuries
,
for
two
days
,
but
you
are
so
cool
.
Other
cars
drive
around
you
.
Cars
tailgate
.
You
get
the
finger
from
other
drivers
.
Total
strangers
hate
you
.
It
's
absolutely
nothing
personal
.
After
fight
club
,
you
're
so
relaxed
,
you
just
can
not
care
.
You
do
n't
even
turn
the
radio
on
.
Maybe
your
ribs
stab
along
a
hairline
fracture
every
time
you
take
a
breath
.
Cars
behind
you
blink
their
lights
.
The
sun
is
going
down
,
orange
and
gold
.
The
mechanic
is
there
,
driving
.
The
birthday
cake
is
on
the
seat
between
us
.
It
's
one
scary
fuck
to
see
guys
like
our
mechanic
at
fight
club
.
Skinny
guys
,
they
never
go
limp
.
They
fight
until
they
're
burger
.
White
guys
like
skeletons
dipped
in
yellow
wax
with
tattoos
,
black
men
like
dried
meat
,
these
guys
usually
hang
together
,
the
way
you
can
picture
them
at
Narcotics
Anonymous
.
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
.
As
if
the
only
choice
they
have
left
is
how
they
're
going
to
die
and
they
want
to
die
in
a
fight
.
They
have
to
fight
each
other
,
these
guys
.
Nobody
else
will
tag
them
for
a
fight
,
and
they
ca
n't
tag
anybody
except
another
twitching
skinny
,
all
bones
and
rush
,
since
nobody
else
will
register
to
fight
them
.
Guys
watching
do
n't
even
yell
when
guys
like
our
mechanic
go
at
each
other
.
All
you
hear
is
the
fighters
breathing
through
their
teeth
,
hands
slapping
for
a
hold
,
the
whistle
and
impact
when
fists
hammer
and
hammer
on
thin
hollow
ribs
,
point-blank
in
a
clinch
.
You
see
tendons
and
muscle
and
veins
under
the
skin
of
these
guys
jump
.
Their
skin
shines
,
sweating
,
corded
,
and
wet
under
the
one
light
.
Ten
,
fifteen
minutes
disappear
.
Their
smell
,
they
sweat
and
these
guys
'
smell
,
it
reminds
you
of
fried
chicken
.
Twenty
minutes
of
fight
club
will
go
by
.
Finally
,
one
guy
will
go
down
.
After
a
fight
,
two
drug
recovery
guys
will
hang
together
for
the
rest
of
the
night
,
wasted
and
smiling
from
fighting
so
hard
.
