I love Palahniuk, but his work is usually crash-bang-violent-sexfueled-crazy. Which, like I said, I love.
This isn't. Well, that's there, a little. But this is actually a gorgeous little story (I know, I was shocked Playboy still publishes decent fiction, as well) with actual emotion in it. Enough that I had tears upon finishing it. It's softer than his usual work, and more timely; it's got more of the emotion of Fight Club in it, if I had to categorize it, than you see in his more recent work.
You can read it for free, if you poke around on the internet; you don't even have to go buy a Playboy and be all shamefaced and tell the checkout lady you're getting it for the fiction, dammit, THE FICTION!
If you're a Palahniuk fan, read this. It's not very long, and it's so worth your time. (And if you're not a Palahniuk fan? This might be a good place for you to start reading his work.)