Non. Because it would ferment.” His lips pursed. “I suppose you could say he is now…drunk off his ass.” Jehan bellowed agreement and let out another fart. I squatted down on the path and put my arms over my head. And just stayed there for a minute. “What happened?” Louis-Cesare finally asked me. “You passed out.” “I did not.” It was said with such conviction that I almost believed it. I turned my head and looked at him through the gap by my elbow. I debated arguing it, but decided I wasn’t up to it right now. “Okay. Then what do you remember?