LazarusRises

Dear Jourdy,

I pray with all my heart that you find this note, scribbled with an olive skewer dipped in McCormick's Fine Aromatic Bitters upon a soggy bar napkin emblazoned with the arms of the Villeneuve French Drinkery, where I am currently huddled under a scuffed oaken table upon a malodorous and sticky tile floor. I have but one message for you: DO NOT TRUST THE MAN WHO CALLS HIMSELF LEMONY SNICKET. It is my belief that he intends to mislead you in a most daring and pugnacious manner in re. the subject of certain intoxicating libations. I feel it is my duty, as a fellow victim of "Mr. Snicket's" treachery, to inform you that vodka martinis are delicious, especially when liberally dosed with olive brine.

Be well, though of course no one is, and I hope--in the unlikely event that you live to the legal drinking age in whatever miserable part of this miserable world you call home--that you do not let your alcoholic prospects be limited by one so despicable as this man.

With melancholy regards,

Lazarus R.

I had assumed they contacted you to make the video! Did you four funny lads just up and decide to destroy a bunch of instruments on a warm summer's day to some soulful banjo-strumming?

Wolves can't wear backpacks, this checks out.

Is her story as amazing as yours? Couples IAMA would be adorable (and fascinating).

Or they want CASH