We're Gonna Start Fight Club.

Good news, Jack called! Blowing up his apartment was a success.

He called me up, and we decided to hang out for awhile, he needed to clear his head. He didn't tell me why, that he was a mess and had nowhere to go because his apartment was gone, but I knew. We met up at the bar downtown and got a few drinks. We're a lot alike, I mean, we're the same person, but he doesn't know that. I told him about making soap, and how much I hate that the world's based on stupid materialistic needs and all the first class people, and how nobody cares about the middle class guys that hold everything together. How money's destroying everything. We talked about our dad's leaving, and his boring job. I told him about how I was a part time film projector down at the movie theatre, and we got along really good. We got pretty wasted, and left at around midnight.

I got the best idea outside of the bar. I wanted Jack to stand up for himself, to show how he really felt for once. I mean, you don't really know what you're capable of until all your true feelings come out. Before I talked to him, he started hinting at getting home. I just told him to cut the bullshit and straight up ask me what he wanted. That's his problem - he's not willing to take risks to get what he wants. He just listens to what he's told. He's a follower, but has the most potential to be a leader. I told him he could crash at my place. Hell, I told him he could stay with me. The few belongings he had left since I blew up his condo so he'd have an excuse to leave was in his car. This was it, this was his firs step to letting go of everything he knew. I wanted him to start fight club with me.

I chugged the last gulp of my beer and smashed my bottle into the pavement, and told him to hit me as hard as he can.

Jack Meeting Tyler Durden. [or himself?]

Today, Tyler was taking a plane on another business trip. His insomnia's been acting up lately, and I showed up next to him on the plane. I introduced myself as Tyler, and he was nice. He came off as shy - scared to talk to strangers and step out of his comfort zone. I made small talk and we ended up hitting it off. He thought I was pretty cool; he asked me what I did for a living, and I told him I was a business man who made soap and sold it, and that I bounced from job to job. He didn't ask too many questions, which is good. I didn't want him to think I was shifty just yet. First impressions are crucial.
He thought it was fascinating; how I could sell soap, and knew so many irrelevant facts about chemicals. You should've saw the look on his face when I told him oxygen masks are used to give you a high and feeling of euphoria, so you'd just except your fate when you were about to crash and die. We talked about his job - he seems pretty bored with his life. Constantly listening to his boss complaining, never being enough, his stupid condo filled with expensive material shit he doesn't need. He even goes to different support groups for diseases he doesn't have, just to have people to talk to. I like him, I like him a lot though. He's got potential if he'd just let go a little. I think I'm gonna blow up his house, it sounds drastic, but it'll teach him a thing or two about how much material shit doesn't matter. Maybe he'll realize his job's worthless and quit, who knows.

"If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?"

I gave him my card - our card - when we got off the plane. He doesn't know it yet, but he'll be calling me. I'm gonna change his life.