Firestarter wrote:No, he* is a fake God! Burn him*, people, burn him*, for the remembrance of Drunk Guy!
*I have no idea who he is. I don't think we have him in ol' England.
Good! I don't like him anyway. He's just this schmoe who ate nothing but Subway sandwiches for a few months and lost a ton of weight. Now he's the Subway spokesperson.
Err...how do you suggest I go about finding some drunk guy I met a week ago? He could be anywhere!
Anyway, us Drunkists believe he wasn't a human. He wasn't a prophet, either. He was a Messiah. A Demi-God, he appeared from the Orange Nirvana (heaven) to tell us how to get there.
"The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls the butterfly." ~ Richard Bach
As a former (and rather excellent) liar herself, Aru knew that, sometimes, speaking the truth felt like wrenching a thorn out of your side. But doing the opposite meant pretending it wasn't there. And that made every single step ache. It was no way to live. — Roshani Chokshi, Aru Shah and the Nectar of Immortality
