When we hear of people making bombs it seems scary or at least weird and psychopathic but my old boyfriend made bombs for a while and I didn’t think anything of it. He made them in our living room using fireworks. It was a hobby of his. We sat on the couch smoking dope and listening to music and he constructed his bombs. One evening we went out to the country with his friend Larry and they set them off while I waited in the car, reading. It was stupid, I thought.