Sooo... Easter

"They celebrate Easter the same way we do, commemorating the death and resurrection of Jesus by telling our children a giant bunny rabbit left chocolate eggs in the night... Where do we come up with this shit from? Why those two things? Why not goldfish left lincoln logs in your sock drawer. At least a goldfish with a lincoln log on its back going across the floor to your sock drawer has a miraculous connotation to it... Who comes up with this shit? I've read the bible, and I can't find the word Bunny or Chocolate anywhere in that book."

--Bill Hicks

Earlier in this week, my mother asked me over the phone if I was coming home for Easter. I'll admit, I had to stop and think for a while to figure out which weekend that would be. Okay, maybe that's not much of a shocking confession really, since anyone who knows me at all should already know christian holidays aren't that big a deal with me.

On the other hand, this morning I was doing what I do on many a typical Sunday morning, driving home. Waiting for me in the front hall of the apartment when I arrived, however, was an enormous, frightening, severed rabbit head. It had crazed, staring eyes and a blue and pink bowtie. I cowered in my bedroom, and by the time I had the courage to come out and attempt to photograph its horrendous visage, it was gone.