Whiskey Jesus

You call up the skinny bearded man, he seemed pretty cool. He seemed pretty lackadaisical about the entire situation. "Let me tell you man, sometimes you just gotta take the dice what life throws at ya. You got your money, you wallet and cellphone, and THEIR car, just don't get in trouble with the cops and you'll be fine! Live a little, isn't that why you went on this vacation in the first place?"

He was right, you had asked for an adventure, and you definitely got that and then some. I just didn't want it to be like this, you thought.

"Go have some fun!", he continued, "I tell you what, look on the bright side, you got payback, it's only for a month! You can't do anything about the past so you might as well enjoy it." He wasn't wrong. There was fun that could be had with this body, an entirely different way to experience life. He was also right in that the payback had made the sting of what happened much easier to bear. You had come out on top in the end.

"You know what? You're right. I'm going to have fun with this.", you tell him optimistically. "Yeah! Just don't have too much fun with that body if you know what I mean!", he says cheerfully. "Oh believe me, I know. Thanks for the advice... 'Whiskey Jesus'....", you respond. "ANY! TIME! MY! BROTHERRRR!", he yells and hangs up the call.

You shake your head with a smile at that wonderful silly fellow.

Now what were you going to do?