Query

Query: why would an anarchist buy two jars of raspberry jam (and nothing else) at 9:30 at night? The unsmiling guy in black behind me seemed very serious about his jam. My theories are that a) somebody is making window cookies and forgot the main ingredient; b) he is very poor and survives on jam's high sugar content; c) he really likes jam; or d) he's on a strange diet, similar to the one Jeff is on where there is pretty much nothing else he can eat. (Actually, Jeff can't eat jam either. It has sugar.)