I Went Down a Rabbit Hole


Or more accurately, up a rabbit hole. This was at Castlestock 2009, a surreal Woodstock annniversary tribute in and around a Hamptons castle owned by a rich guy named Sir Ivan, who sings, wears a cape, and wants to be terribly famous. So do I–but I settled for some nookie instead, climbing atop one of the fetchingly oversized hares on the premises and giving it a ride it’ll never forget. Talk about fucking like rabbits! And now, back to my bears. (PS That’s my friend Rob Roth gamely concealing his jealousy).

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