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- [ Drunk But Divine ] [ By Joseph ]
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- Drunk But Divine
- by Joseph
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- The last words that came from Mr. J. before he closed his eyes for good was
- "Go to hell all of you cocksuckers!". Apart from this humble statement, his
- death had been rather calm and quiet. Only a few distant relatives and a
- doctor had been present as he drew his last breath. Nobody would ever miss
- him. That did not surprise Mr. J.
- What did surprise him though, was the fact that he found himself sitting
- on a cloud instead of burning in flames. At first he had stayed put in his
- bedroom for a while, observing what his relatives said about him. The things
- spoken about him came as no surprise. But right now, he was strolling around
- on clouds with a warm and fluffy feel to them.
- He sat down on a cloud he had found especially nice and began to roll his
- thumbs - something which amused him a lot.
- Suddenly his present world was filled with a terrible noise, it sounded
- like a magnificent form of loudspeaker disturbance. Then a deep voice,
- speaking in tongues, emerged from nowhere: "Ehrm... Well, yezz... God here.
- I just wanted to say 'Hi!' and inform you that the review of your life will
- begin shortly after my angels have served you drinks and some snacks."
- "Really? Ahh, well, I guess that's okay." said Mr J.
- A loud metallic click was heard as God turned off the microphone.
- Somewhat confused, Mr. J. returned to his session of thumb-rolling.
- After a couple of hours, two sensationally light-dressed and big-breasted
- women appeared. They had wings on their backs, and drinks and snacks on a
- plate. Mr. J. served himself. He had never been that kind of guy that says
- no to alcohol. When he had poured down the first drink and received a
- refill, a stocky man with a blotchy face came up to him and sat down. He was
- obviously quite drunk. Mr. J. could see that it was a state the man had
- spent considerable lot of time in.
- "So, you're here," said Mr. J. and smiled to what he thought was Santa
- Claus.
- "Heh... Heh... Yeah, for some time."
- Mr. J. realised that he ought to introduce himself.
- "I'm Mr. J. by the way."
- "God - but you can call me Fred. At first I thought we should review
- your life and look at some pictures; but then I realised that there's simply
- no time for that. So, instead, I thought we would concentrate on just one
- occasion and see what that tells us about yourself.
- "Sure. What occasion?"
- "Hmm, which was it now... Hmm..."
- Fred's head sunk down to his chest and it looked like he was thinking
- really hard. But when Mr. J. had waited for a couple of minutes for Fred to
- find out which occasion it was, he looked a little closer. Fred did not
- think. He was sound asleep.
- Mr. J. poked him in the belly (Mr. J. was the poking type). Fred woke
- up and shouted: "Yes! We were about to discuss that little incident when you
- shot a person."
- "Oh. Yeah, well, what can I say? It was a long time ago and I was very
- young. Anyway, let's get on with it!"
- "I would like to begin with your explanation of why you did it."
- "I guess it was what he said that made me so damn angry. Calling someone
- 'a fucking moron' isn't a very nice thing to do. Something inside me
- exploded. I've always been somewhat hot-tempered, and this particular
- evening my father had beat me up - and my grandmother was just about to
- die. Lung cancer, you know! So, I guess that's why I killed him. But I
- would never ever kill another human being in cold blood."
- "Yezzz. Weaall you schure don't have to bother about that now. We didn't
- like that fucking twit you shot anyway. He's working as a janitor in our
- torture-facility now by the way. So, how does it feel now?"
- "Better. I've always felt pretty bad about that thing - but now I
- understand that he really got what he deserved. Isn't that so?"
- "Oomph."
- "Isn't that so?"
- "Uhmph."
- All of a sudden, Fred fell down next to Mr. J. It was not until now he
- had realised how drunk God really had been. Mr. J. returned to his rolling,
- and beneath Fred's mouth an almost invisible puddle of drool began to
- emerge on the pink cloud.
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