This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.You wake up, and you're nowhere.Sometimes you wake up and have to ask where you are.You wake up, and that's enough.I needed a vacation.You wake up at the beach.You wake up, and you meet Tyler Durden.You wake up, and there he is. Naked, sweating, gritty with sand, his hair wet and stringy,hanging in his face.You wake up, and Tyler pulls on a T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, and starts to leave. I had toask. I had to know what Tyler was doing while I was asleep.His name was Tyler Durden, and he was a movie projectionist with the union, and he was a banquet waiter at a hotel, downtown, and he gave me his phone number.And this is how we met.When I came home, my condominium was destroyed. Who or what did it – I had no idea. But Ineeded a place to stay.So I called Tyler.The phone rang in Tyler's rented house on Paper Street.Oh, Tyler, please deliver me.And the phone rang.Oh, Tyler, please rescue me.And the phone rang.Tyler and I agreed to meet at a bar.Tyler and I, we met and drank a lot of beer, and Tyler said, yes, I could move in with him, but Iwould have to do him a favor.Tyler told me he wanted me to come back to his place. He had something to show me.