Tyler Durden Called Round.

Sitting in my living room watching the day slowly turn into the night my doorbell sounded. I answered and let him in. I offered and he accepted a JD with two cubes. as we returned to the living room he whispered, "Listen up, maggot. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else." It was at this point I felt a wave of relief wash over me, I smiled and thought to myself, 'I'm feeling better.' Minutes disappeared, I offered him another drink but he'd already left.