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What is this... my ninth cigarette today? Or is it the first one? Is it past midnight?
I don't know. And I don't really care. I like smoking. There's something about it that makes me feel... safe, as weird and stupid as that probably sounds. It's weird because it's not like it's gonna protect me from anything. And it's stupid because it's slowly killing me. I already cough in a way that gets me weird looks in the streets. I really don't want to know how dark a shade of gray my lungs are. But... Blowing that smoke out of my nose really helps me to... blow some steam. Ugh. God. Nick, get your shitty sense of humor out of here.
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Nick.
He was my best friend. Well, he technically still is a friend. But he's been so busy with his new job, keeping himself clean... and with Fuzzy Bunny, to have time for anything to do with me.
That damn rabbit.
Before he left for the academy, he just wouldn't shut up about 'Carrots'. 'Carrots' this, 'Carrots' that... I mean, Nick had always been my best friend. Known each other since we were stupid kits. Been working together for years. And then, one day, out of fuckin' nowhere, boom, Fluffbutt barges in, picks his ass off the street, makes him a cop, and they go for crazy fuckin' adventures to 'make the world a better place'.
And I'm still here. With nothing but my cigarette butts.
I miss the good ol' days with Nick. Hustlin' zootopian streets. Makin' cash out of mammals' naivety. Makin' fun of the particularly gullible ones. Chillin' in the back of the van.
Feels good to remember, when you're forgotten.
Make that world better all you want. My world was as good as it could be. And then you decided to go 'make it better'.
Whoopty-fucking-doo.
...Why am I feeling so angry? I need one more cigarette.
...I don't have any more.
Fuck my life.