Meet Bacchus

People always ask, What the hell is with the bunny? See, my story is somewhat complicated. I suppose when BUFF started out, they never intended to have a mascot. It is an underground film festival, not a goddamn amusement park. Having a mascot is not exactly their style.

But I am not your normal mascot. I do not dance. I do not sing merry songs. And I sure as shit do not hug little kids and spread smiles and joy.

To be honest, I was never like the other rabbits. Sure, I spent the day hopping through the forest, eating carrots and leaves, having sex every other minute. You know, normal bunny stuff. But when the sun went down, I never enjoyed settling in my burrow like the other rabbits. I enjoyed another life, trekking into Boston and partaking in a more deviant lifestyle than my fellow woodland creatures.

I would fumble through the city, searching for abandoned bottles of booze and scavenging discarded cigarette butts in an attempt to fog my head and live a life outside of the forest.

Then there was that fateful winter night. I was roving through the city, on my latest binge, when I happened upon an old art space. Inside were some of the most twisted and perverse images I had ever seen. Films unlike any other. I could not leave.

After that I could not return to the forest, there was just nothing there for me. I had found my wicked little paradise. I was finally home, at the Boston Underground Film Festival. A fine place for a demonic bunny indeed.

That is my warped little story, and that is why you always see me around BUFF. So, do not ask again.

-Bacchus