My favorite neighbor is a middle aged, gay, deaf man that lives in my apartment complex. He is the sweetest guy. And he can read lips, so I can talk to him, although I am learning a little bit of sign language. The first day we met, he saw I had rabbits and he said "I wuv wabbits!" and he told me that he had a rabbit once, and he almost started to cry. The sweetest guy, as I have said. He gave my bunnies the sign for "I love you".
So yesterday I was talking with another neighbor - Schizophrenic (government brain scanners) - and he let me know that he had the rabbit and couldn't keep him because he ate the power cords, so he gave them to a family on Anton Street. He described Anton as a drug infested street. (which makes me wonder what kind of street I live on)
The rabbit was used for BB practice. My neighbor was mad, but didn't do anything. Apparently the guy who was shooting the rabbit, later got a gunshot wound to the eye.We agreed that the rabbit got its karmic payback.
So now I suppose I know why my deaf neighbor almost cried when he told me he used to own a rabbit.
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