Where Is That Damn Rabbit?
Where is Billy? Is he in a coffee shop or trying on clothes? We have a
shoot scheduled now and he's nowhere to be found. I bet he's getting
his nails done and gossiping with his friends again. The last time this
happened the cops brought him home in tears and told me that not
everyone was a helpless little bunny, if I wanted to be a big man I
could just step outside with them. When I looked for Billy to ask him
what was going on he had locked himself in his room with the stereo on
full blast and I'm pretty sure he wasn't alone. The next morning my car
was sitting in the neighbor's flower bed and the same two cops were
coming up the sidewalk to my front door. Sometimes I think that I must
have been Hitler or something in my last life and this is just the
beginning.
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