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Tyler
was
here
.
"
You
were
here
,
sir
.
"
I
've
never
been
in
here
before
tonight
.
"
If
you
say
so
,
sir
,
"
the
bartender
says
,
"
but
Thursday
night
,
you
came
in
to
ask
how
soon
the
police
were
planning
to
shut
us
down
.
"
Last
Thursday
night
,
I
was
awake
all
night
with
the
insomnia
,
wondering
was
I
awake
,
was
I
sleeping
.
I
woke
up
late
Friday
morning
,
bone
tired
and
feeling
I
had
n't
ever
had
my
eyes
closed
.
"
Yes
,
sir
,
"
the
bartender
says
,
"
Thursday
night
,
you
were
standing
right
where
you
are
now
and
you
were
asking
me
about
the
police
crackdown
,
and
you
were
asking
me
how
many
guys
we
had
to
turn
away
from
the
Wednesday
night
fight
club
.
"
The
bartender
twists
his
shoulders
and
braced
neck
to
look
around
the
empty
bar
and
says
,
"
There
's
nobody
that
's
going
to
hear
,
Mr.
Durden
,
sir
.
We
had
a
twenty-seven-count
turn-away
,
last
night
.
The
place
is
always
empty
the
night
after
fight
club
.
"
Every
bar
I
've
walked
into
this
week
,
everybody
's
called
me
sir
.
Every
bar
I
go
into
,
the
beat-up
fight
club
guys
all
start
to
look
alike
.
How
can
a
stranger
know
who
I
am
?
"
You
have
a
birthmark
,
Mr.
Durden
,
"
the
bartender
says
.
"
On
your
foot
.
It
's
shaped
like
a
dark
red
Australia
with
New
Zealand
next
to
it
.
"
