Our narrator narrates how Tyler got him a job as a waiter. I suppose that was a while ago because now Tyler is holding a gun that's in the narrator's mouth. Not the sort of thing that one expects a person that got you a job to do. The narrator talks about how he knows how to make explosives and napalm and other such destructive things. He knows this because Tyler knows this. They're at the top of the world's largest building. People are in the floors below them breaking windows and throwing things out of them. They (whoever they are) have placed explosives and are trying to topel the building onto the National Museum below. This is going to happen in 9 minutes. More time passes, other things are repeated, we're down to 3 minutes. Our Narrator says this is all because of Marla Singer. They've got an odd triangular thing going. The word one immediately thinks of is Lovetriangle. But the narrator explains this isn't that. It's more about ownership and posession.
ch 2 pg 16
The narrator is hugging a man named Bob. Bob is HUGE and has blonde hair. He is male, but due to a side effect of years of steroid usage, he has developed breasts. His artifically high testosterone levels had the side effect of his body creating estrogen. They are at a support group for men with testicular cancer. Marla Singer is also there. This upsetts our narrator because she's a faker and this makes him feel bad because he's a faker. He goes to lots of support groups for people with mostly terminal diseases. He got the idea to do this from his doctor. He was in there begging to be prescribed sleeping pills because he couldn't sleep. He claimed he was in pain, his doctor said if he wanted to see real pain he should go to a brain parasites support group. That's real pain. He started going to them and when he went to this testicular cancer support group and was being hugged by Bob, he broke down and cried. He was able to sleep that night. He kept going and was successful in crying and sleeping for two years. But now Marla's here and she's ruining everything.
ch 3 pg 25
The narrator flies around for business a lot. He describes it as a small life. Everything you get on the plane is small. Everything at your hotel is small. In addition to being a waiter, Tyler is a also a movie projectionist. He's a night guy. He only likes to work night jobs. The narrator is a day job guy. [eric thought] I don't know anyone that likes working nights. Everyone I know that has ever worked nights has always thought of it as a temporary thing until they could get a promotion to the day shift. [/eric thought] The narrator works for an auto company as a recall coordinator. His job is to go around the country to assess accidents due to parts that should probably be recalled. The company usually has to give out financial settlements for these sorts of accidents. But every now and then they have enough of these kinds of accidents or the settlements are large enough that they calculate that a recall is the cheaper option so they do one. Tyler has nightmares that he's missed a switch over. You're in big trouble as a projectionist if you miss the switch over. Speaking of trouble, he likes to splice single frames of pronography into the films he projects. The narrator and Tyler met on the beach when they were on vacation. Tyler took some logs and stood them up so taht when the sun hit them right, the shaddow was a perfect hand. Perfection for a minute.
ch 4 pg 34
The narrator is at the brain parrasites support group. Marla is there too. One of the people that have been coming a while is not there. Her sister is there and says she's passed away. The narrator is pissed off. He should be really feeling his feelings about this news. But he can't because he feels like a fraud because Marla the fraud is there. When it's hug time, he grabs Marla and says she's gotta go. He needs this and it doesn't work when she's here. She's not having it. She's staying and if he says anything she'll tell everyone that he's a faker too. They split the week up so that they don't go to the same meetings.
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