Not so nuts, Jesus led me to Buddha.... </sarcasm>
Funny thing was, after he let me out of the car, he gunned the motor, burnt rubber and sped away, laughing demonically. Moral: Never go for rides with people who call themselves Jesus, especially not after they buy you a couple of drinks and then you catch them putting something in yours. He didn’t look a bit like I thought Jesus would, either. The gold earring in one ear and the “Mom” tattoo should have clued me in.