Come the full moon, I miraculously transform into the Son of God. This is the root of my obsession with fish, because it is truly divine to have a fanatical interest in piscean life forms. Once a month, I roam about the streets of Gunnison whilst emitting a faint heavenly glow, preaching randomly to street lamps and gawking passerby about how cold is bracing and God loves those who study on the weekends.

Of course, nobody recognizes me, because I look Arabic.

~Ayrn