His Own Boss
The proud handyman was from out-of-town and he wanted to be his own boss, for a change. He needed money, however, so I put him to work building a fountain in my back yard. The work was tedious and unfulfilling, though, so he started up a methamphetamine addiction, just to pass the time. The voices in his head eventually chased him from his apartment, however, so he started sleeping in alleys near my house. Neighborhood disdain and unacknowledged local ghosts soon led him to start sleeping on the floor of my garage (and packaging his bodily waste into tidy but smelly packets and jars that he'd stash all about).

But there was no peace on the garage floor either. The garage was my mini-lop bunny's turf, where she had free range. She'd sidle up and bite him hard with her long bunny teeth during his long, meth-fueled 24-hour-long siestas, puncturing his flesh in multiple places and reminding him who was the real boss. The handyman's relatives eventually took notice and gathered enough money to send him home, taking him away from the invisible demons and incensed rabbit and the considerable shambles that being "his own boss" had made of his life.
(Perv With A Dog had his eyes pecked out by scrub jays on, Fri 7 Jan 2011, 18:51, Reply)