Seeing action movies as a boy had surely hit your fascination on how filmmakers can make anything explode. From cars to young busty blondes, everything seemed to be exploding. Your curious eyes can’t help to pull its focus from the blast, being paradoxically the center of attention when just about everything is in chaos.
With shrapnel dispersing wildly in the surroundings, metal commingles with wood and earth. Dead soldiers with their severed limbs nearby appear as broken toys. Yet, your conservative dad would still want you to believe that this was because of the natural law of polarity. The cause for grenades is the never-ending battle between good and evil completing its modernity.
But grenades doesn’t care about polarity for it does not choose whom should it inflict. It explodes only to locate itself in all of our dreaded existence. The way it destroys is meant to complete. And being in such a role might be the most comfortable an explosion would be for it would be horrific for grenades and explosions to assume and take over continuation which life necessitates in itself. Or is it?
If we were to use a grenade to make an analogy, why not look at yourself as a brave young soldier who just returned from war to fight not only for your country but for the free world? You are about to receive a medal from the president in honor of your courage. It is of course a better consolation than having your left arm still intact. After all, having that left arm since birth wasn’t able to attract the president’s attention. Now, being a hero, you do not only have the president pin you a medal, you also get the nickname Explosive.
Everyone in the ball, from waiters to high-ranking military and government officials have memorized your face, your nickname and your missing left arm. But why your missing left arm when you still have the right? Grab everyone’s attention by wearing silver cufflinks. Military cufflinks like grenade cufflinks would surely make you stick in everyone’s minds as a hero. You’ll surely need that kind of recognition to continue life, especially in such a sorry state.
Every guy that can be found in your room, from Eddie Van Halen to Tonny Iommi, or other known heavy metal axmen stuck in posters on your wall, and above else, you—all of you striking the same pose with your left foot on the pedal, your right hand holding the guitar’s neck and clipped between your left thumb and index finger, The Pick of Destiny, glowing as the whole room reverberates. 
