Our beers sat on the coffee table, barely touched. We’d been talking about a variety of subjects—from religion to capitalism. I was finding out that Davinder was much more of an anarchist than I pretended to be. He didn’t believe in government or any form of state control. He wanted to burn the whole thing to the ground and start from scratch. Though I’d heard all of that before, it was different with him. Davinder had a fire in his eyes that captivated me. He also had solutions to go along with the rhetoric. He’d actually thought some of this through. He hinted at eventually getting off the grid. Leaving society altogether. I had a feeling he could pull something like that off.
We were talking about Monsanto and their disastrous genetically modified soya, and once again, Davinder was get
