![]() ![]() We just hung out in the bathroom, then snuck right back into the theater. “I want you to hit me as hard as you can,” said the man in the movie.Īfter our first time watching Fight Club, me and my buddy Sean didn't even speak. We’d never encountered anything like this. But we were new to the kind that was controlled, contained. We were used to all those kinds of violence. ![]() ![]() Sometimes it was quieter: coming home to find your mother sitting slumped at the bottom of the old, wooden basement stairs with a pill bottle still in her hand, the empty fifth of vodka rolling on the concrete floor, somehow unbroken. It was Nate Murphy slamming you into the shit-green lockers as you walked down the hallway minding your own business, or your father exploding into the shower to smack you because you took the Lord’s name in vain while getting ready for school. Violence was solution, problem, consequence. Our families were scattered our community was rural and poor. ![]()
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