Chemical Burn.

I talked to Jack last night about some pretty deep stuff. He told me about how his dad left him when he was little, and I told him about how distant mine was, and how he was always telling me what to do even when I grew up. He talked about how unhappy he was with his life, how he wanted more. He wanted to be free, in a way, which I completely understood. We talked about how fight club was going, and death. How unhappy and unfulfilled we'd be if we died tomorrow. I burned his hand. It was a chemical burn.

Obviously, he freaked out. I eventually put vinegar on it to neutralize it. I wanted to show him pain, real, raw, physical pain - and that he could deal with it. I wanted him to embrace it, not hate it. I wanted to show him that even if he had nothing, that he could build himself back up.

It's only after we've lost everything, that we're free to do anything.