In addition to a backyard bunker, guns abound and provide literary ammunition for this clever work about being secure in a world shot through with issues of race and class, vulnerability and power. The bags feature a guy fleeing with a cup of joe in one hand and a rifle in the other beneath the inscription “Tactical Coffee, because you don’t want to fall asleep during the apocalypse.” The odd trio run their coffee business out of the brownstone. He smells of ressentiment and peach alcohol. Roommate James, a white man from Georgia, was fired from his Washington Post reporting gig for plagiarizing. Aaron actually co-owns the brownstone with Brittany, a formidable Bostonian alienated from her parents but not their resources.
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