Last night, me and Em watched Fight Club (again)…
Em’s best bit?
The 2 minutes and 56 seconds that happen in the scene below:
——— START SCENE———
It’s ten to midnight, the street’s deserted and the lights to the liquor store are on.
Tyler grabs his gun, walks through the front door and without batting an eyelid puts a pistol to the cashier’s face – dragging him by the scruff of his neck, into the back alley.
The cashier, now on his knees, is begging for his life…
Tyler asks for his wallet.
The cashier complies.
He looks at the cashier’s driver’s license and mocks…
“Raymond… tonight you are going to DIE”
Raymond, the cashier, weeps.
“What did you want to be Raymond K Hessel?”
There’s no answer.
The weeping gets louder but the cashier stays silent.
Tyler cocks the gun…
“The question Raymond was… WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE?”
Raymond stumbles, panics and stutters back…
“A vet… A vet-veterinarian”
Tyler smells blood, and with the gun pressed to the back of Raymond’s head, responds…
“A vet, you said.”
“You wanted to be a vet, a veterinarian.”
“You can go back to school and start working your ass off… OR you can be DEAD.”
“I have your license.”
“I know who you are.”
“I know where you live.”
“I’m going to check on you, mister Raymond K. Hessel…and if you aren’t back in school and on your way to being a veterinarian, you will be dead …”
“Now RUN…. R-U-N”
At which point Raymond gets off his knees and runs off into the distance.
——— END SCENE———
An instructive lesson for any man of honour, I’d think you’ll agree.
A mantra for money that states this week it’s time to consider living life like someone has a fucking gun in your face.
After all it’s hard to make excuses when the alternative is a bullet to the back of the head.
In other words – now is the time to saddle up and follow through.
… on your dreams and what you promised.
Make More. Provide More. Be More.