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The
nouvelle
cuisine
of
anarchy
.
Barium
nitrate
in
a
sauce
of
sulfur
and
garnished
with
charcoal
.
That
's
your
basic
gunpowder
.
Bon
appetit
.
Pack
the
computer
monitor
full
of
this
,
and
when
someone
turns
on
the
power
,
this
is
five
or
six
pounds
of
gunpowder
exploding
in
their
face
.
The
problem
is
,
I
sort
of
liked
my
boss
.
If
you
're
male
,
and
you
're
Christian
and
living
in
America
,
your
father
is
your
model
for
God
.
And
sometimes
you
find
your
father
in
your
career
.
Except
Tyler
did
n't
like
my
boss
.
The
police
would
be
looking
for
me
.
I
was
the
last
person
out
of
the
building
last
Friday
night
.
I
woke
up
at
my
desk
with
my
breath
condensed
on
the
desktop
and
Tyler
on
the
telephone
,
telling
me
,
"
Go
outside
.
We
have
a
car
.
"
We
have
a
Cadillac
.
The
gasoline
was
still
on
my
hands
.
