Mister Stevens leaves the Rabbit Hole

[jack_babalon]

No one is certain why but one morning Mister Stevens realized that the social contract was now null and void as far as he was concerned. This was the exact moment that it could be said that he had simply just stopped trying: Trying to find work, trying to look good, trying to get laid, trying to fit in, trying to get by, trying to give a damn about all those little details that had nagged him from the moment he left home as a kid and hadn't stopped for a moment in the forty odd years since. For whatever reason he had simply woken up to find that all need to exert even the pretense of an effort had vanished from his concerns. He got out of bed. Made a breakfast of cigarettes and warmed over coffee. Read the obituaries out of a newspaper stolen from his neighbors yard. Called his Temp agency and told them he would no longer be seeking active employment. Then he called his girlfriend of the last seven months and told her answering machine that it was all over and in fact had been for a long time now. Then he watched sitcom reruns for a few hours until finally he pulled out from his closet a dirty white rabbit costume that he wore for one day during a gig as an Easter Bunny stand-in at the local mall (since he never returned the outfit they never paid him and he thought it was a fair deal all things considering). Once he was dressed Mister Stevens turned on the radio to the classical music station and cranked it up as loud as it would go, stepped out of his apartment leaving the keys to dangle in the front lock, abandoning without a second thought, all his worldly possessions - a bed unmade with curiously stained sheets, a pile of dirty laundry in the corner of the bathroom that had grown steadily over the last year, a refrigerator that housed only a single packet of sliced cheese, an empty wallet acting as a paperweight on a stack of long overdue bills, a sink stuffed with un-washable dishes, a pile of yellowed science-fiction paperbacks, a box of unused condoms, a tv with a crack running down the middle of the screen sitting on a garage sale bought stereo receiver and a couch he had found on the side of the road that as of this writing may or may not have an unidentified mammal nesting under its frame. Mister Stevens, knowing he would never return to his domicile (as well as easily kissing goodbye his deposit), proceeded to walk in the first direction he found himself facing with no intention of stopping until he couldn't go any further. He had thirty-seven dollars tucked in his sock, he had half a pack of Basic Lights tucked in the other with a red bic lighter stuffed snuggly with the smokes. He had no idea really just where he was going or what it was exactly that he was doing. It didn't matter after all. His steps were now navigated by the unshakable certainty that for the first time in a long time, things were finally starting to look up for him.

Comments

[weishaupt.livejournal.com]

This would make a great TV Series.

[jackbabalon23.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I just saw the picture really and had the scene come to me in one of those weird seance-flashes I catch from time to time.

[efire360.livejournal.com]

Oh gawd. What havoc will ensue when he finds his way to FurryCon?

[jackbabalon23.livejournal.com]

"There will be fur!"

[daucus-carota.livejournal.com]

This, sadly, reminds me of my x... lovely... just lovely.
xxx

[jackbabalon23.livejournal.com]

Thank you, sorry for any accidental bad memories I may have bought up.