It started out as an unusual Monday morning, when I…
It started out as an unusual Monday when I decided to blow up the kitchen.
Well, my week wasn’t exactly normal either, so I guess that’s what led to my sudden destructive urgency. Plus I figured the kitchen would be less physically harmful if no one was nearby. Good thing I don’t live in an apartment complex.
Blowing up a room in your house is not exactly the easiest thing to do. It takes a lot of explosives, and many of which are probably illegal if used for the purposes I had in mind. So the really difficult thing wasn’t trying to keep my building isolated, but finding something small scale that packed a huge punch. I wanted to launch the refrigerator into the sky, but didn’t want it accompanied by a shower of fireworks. The solution was fairly simple, if not downright elementary in knowledge. I had a gas stove, a box of matches, and gunpowder from the emergency rifle I kept in my basement. Small scale, cheap, and relatively legal access.
I was probably going to get arrested. At least in jail the food is free. My mind flashed back to when I first watched Fight Club, and wondered if my urge to destroy half my house was inspired by that. I shrugged it off, not exactly doubting it, and began to set up the rigging for the explosion.
Pro tip for all the pyromaniacs out there: be out of the way when you blow something up.
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