"My Questions to you Steve is this; do you want to look back later in life and regret never having tried this, or do you want to look back proud and think Jesus Christ! That was fucking mental!"
And with those words he was officially SOLD. The lives of struggling local band Jimbob Rifkin begin to follow a path of madness, mayhem, mania and a relentless descent into self-induced destruction. Their only hope; that one way or another by the end of the day, it would all be over. They'd either be dead, in prison or completely in the clear.
Friday at the Nobody Inn is like no other night on earth. When else could you rub shoulders with gangsters, murderers and a Tourettes sufferer on a mission to get laid?
