I tried drinking to make them STFU.
Pounded half a fifth of Jack Daniels. Got drunk, wrecked my
car. Puked. Passed out … I think – I don’t remember, really.
One of the bunnies woke me up.
“Fred,” he said. “You suck.”
And they chased me through my hangover.
Fucking bunnies.
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