What happens when a thirty year old male propels semi-famous novelist and poet, Charles Bukowski, a low-life alcoholic, to sainthood via a private sanctification and begins to follow his advice in an absurd homage to a WWJD (What Would Jesus Do?) moral imperative? You get this particular character with one hell of a life coach. He is a careless high school teacher, opportunistic womanizer, unabashed alcoholic and unaccomplished stoner. A man-child that is craving personal, spiritual, and professional change as he dances around the idea of confronting his various demons. What will it take to get this man out of this despondent deep end where dreams come to die? Love, "rock bottom," music, pot, booze, hedonism, heroism, some new -ism, he'll try just about anything. This story is the personal account of one strange and pivotal week in this odd and normal man's life. It's about the songs that inspire and influence-the very motivation for our being, the conscious and unconscious decisions we make, and what defines our identity. Since that is all a bit too much, here's how Gus from the story would put it: "It's a story about a silly drunk teacher that gets a bunch of ass, has his head up his own ass, smokes a ton of grass, but he's trying to change a lot of that, he might have played a role in a murder, and he's searching for love won and lost, meaning, change, and answers in the future and past. But what about the present, eh Bukowski?"