ファイト・クラブ

For six months, I couldn't sleep.

Lost in oblivion.

Well, I'm still here.

Everywhere I travel, tiny life.

Nine times out of ten it's an electric razor, but... every once in a while...

Gentlemen!

Have you ever heard a death rattle before?

I look around, I look around, I see a lot of new faces.

Listen up, maggots.

The smell of dried blood.