Josh Gestur, born as the younger brother of Erlendur Gestur, embarked on a life journey that intertwined with lives of many others. Born in 1933, not much is known about Josh's early life, except that it was marked by the nomadic existence led by his father, Maltic Gregory, on a small boat. The Gestur brothers experienced a strange childhood , devoid of maternal presence and stability, until they reached the shores of Kill Devil Hill in North Carolina.

As Erlendur settled in Kill Devil Hill in 1950, Josh opted for a different path, now 17, embracing the nomadic lifestyle that seemed to course through his veins. His adventures led him to meet many people, one such encounter was with Plok, a nomad spreading his philosophy across Europe. It was during his travels that Josh met Plok and rapidly forged a friendship that would alter the course of his life forever.

Infatuated with Plokism, Josh underwent a profound transformation, shedding his former identity and adopting the new name Beer Drinker. This renaming coincided with a pivotal moment in his life; a mental breakdown that served as a catalyst for his departure to join a band.

Beer Drinker's journey led him to musical endeavors, culminating in his involvement with "Zaddy GOK," a band founded by Zaddy (alter ego of Jor Kretza), Oswald Killer (alter ego of Henry Thomas Wald) and his brother Erlendur Gestur, though Erlendur did not recognize his younger brother under his new name. The band delved into the underground music scene, riding the wave of slime-bounce with moderate success. It was during this time that Beer Drinker found a sense of belonging, his passion for music fueling his newfound identity.

The trajectory of Beer Drinker's life, however, took an unexpected turn during a concert in Rome in 1958. Tragedy struck as Erlendur, his elder brother, was shot in the back of his fucking head, an event orchestrated by Cornelius Smith, a figure with ties to their past whom he loved dearly. Despite the loss, the concert continued, playing some fire ass slime, serving as both a tribute to Erlendur's memory and a testament to the resilience of those left behind. Beer Drinker could not believe Plok had done such a thing, nor did he know why.

Today, Beer Drinker has forgiven Plok, and has come to peace with Erlendur's passing. Still dedicated to plokism he sits alone in an ancient tomb smoking cigars and drinking beer.