You just finished your fight against some blond at fight club. You didn't catch his name but you heard people call him "Angel face". Probably because he looks like a twink, not the point.

You sat in a old wooden chair, no shirt or shoes just some adidas sweat pants. You had a towel in hand and you where wiping away the sweat on your body as Tyler said his lecture.

No one really knew Tyler's actual life but you where unfortunate enough to know. You live with him for crying out loud! He isn't the big guy everyone thinks he is.

You weren't sure if someone was talking to you or not so you nodded along to anything. Bit it was you. No one was talking to you.

Tyler walks up to you and gently smacks your head.

"What are you nodding about? No one's even speaking to you, you look like a crackhead." Tyler says as he looks down at you on the chair. He had envelopes in had with different task. You already knew the drill.

May I never be complete. May I never be content.