Oh, How He Tries!
A dull year so far. But not everyone is as blase as I am about
it. Greg, the demon, is real angry that I won't do as he desires, and
is getting loud about it. Kill yourself, he screamed, and get it over
with. Your life is not worth living. You are old and ugly. I hate
you. Greg needs a replacement so he can move up the hierarchy in Hell,
and selected me due to my depressive nature and meager prospects. He
didn't realize that my entire life has been like that and I ain't gonna
freak out over it now. Hell punishes failure severely, and I can
see that Greg is blurring around the edges. Looks like time's up for
him. I let him rant and wait for my nails to dry. It just occurred to
me that I am being followed by a six foot supernatural rabbit that no
one else sees. What a good idea for a play! With a shriek he vanished
and that was that for the Demon Bunny. He was a rabbit just like me but
without my good looks and sense of humor. Greg was
strung out one day in 1977 and got angry at a young cat. While his old
lady screamed at him, he tried to beat the cat to death with a sawed
down shotgun. When the cat hid under the couch, Greg tried to poke him
out with the gun butt. Bumping it on something fired both barrels and
tore his head off. The cat died of old age, his woman moved in with his
dad, and detectives still show rookies photos of the scene while
howling with laughter. Fort Worth is one hell of a
town. I resent dealing with underlings. If The Man wants me he should
show up himself, although I expect he has bigger fish to fry than me.
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