If you attended prom in a twenty foot limo with a stunning killer megababe blonde and a litre of chateau salaud, you will despise this book. If you squatted like a demented toad in a well at the nerd table in lunch room you will see yourself it in. If you were president of the computer club or secretary of the chess club, this book is you. But what transpires when you kill yourself with effort and it signifies nothing? Don Maloney should have had it built. Her worked like a junior executive on Omen Hoteps final domicile to elevate himself from the wretched morass of an alcoholic parents household. It was not made easier that he had to survive the contempt of small town Canada. He is brilliant and rich but filled with venom, never able to enjoy his success. And now... He learns he is dying. Maloney determines to use his brittle shard of destiny to tilt the scales back in his favour; to get even with the tormentors of his youth. Bitter and cynical, but with ribald humour and fast paced ascerbic energy, Maloney saddles up and aims his cayuse for the ultimate OK corral, the only grail worth savouring----revenge