Ivan Pentchoukov

Nuclear church bell

Manny made a dirty bomb from an old church bell, household stuff, and nuclear contents of thousands of smoke detectors and we are about to launch it at the the Bush-Putin residence from my roof. Anton and Umit are here. I feel the bell around, it is unstable, the topmost part a swiveling antenna-like piece. Manny sets it off with a match and we run down six flights, to the subway. I’m the first one at the turnstyle, but I don’t have anything to pay with. Umit hops in front of me and I follow suit. We get out on Chambers street and walk by the WTC site, the Kremlin across the street. “You think it went off man?” and as I turn I see him pointing at the Kremlin standed in a firework of light flame. Manny has a pocket bomb to follow up in case we missed. He fills the champagne glass with the contents and sets it off with a match. We run. I see the light first, the glass didn’t fire, and then the heat catches up with me and I wonder if it is radioactive. A mad man yells “fuck you mother fucker, i’m going to fucking kill you, motherucker.” I make it to a side street and Tash is here to visit. I wonder if any cops are around and we go upstairs. Zay probably saw the burns on the roof. Something to warm our hands over. Out the window a firetruck and a cop car pull up. I am not afraid.