The bunnies were driving Lloyd up the fucking wall. They'd been around for almost two months now, during which they had gone from bald rat-like creatures to cute, fuzzy, and insufferable little bastards. They were too big to keep in the box all the time, and enjoyed chewing the fuck out of whatever piece of furniture unfortunate enough to cross ( Read more... )

Lloyd preferred New Year's to Christmas for a pretty simple reason -- Christmas was a family thing, and Lloyd had been a lone rider for a real long while now. His last two Christmases he's spent locked up in fucking Brownsville, and they had been bittersweet days; sweet on account of the screws at least pretending to give you a break, bitter ( Read more... )

Today was a little less chilly than usual, and Lloyd settled for a warm leather jacket that made him look like a Grease reject as he set off in an indeterminable direction ( Read more... )

(takes place after this--ongoing; Lloyd's costume is this)

Desperado, oh you ain't gettin' no younger
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home
And freedom, oh freedom, well that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walking through this world all alone

That was a stupid fucking song, only made stupider with each broken record spin it made ( Read more... )