Imagine the world portrayed through a severely unvarnished tale of drugs, alcohol, prostitutes, mobsters, motorcycle gangs, and a whole host of other curious beings. It is an honest portrayal of the fringe southerner, at his best and his worst, and is a sober tasting of the counter cultures that dwell on these gritty fringes. The types of people, which skid along this uneasy gamut, range from the kindest of the most honest and meek, on to the most depraved and callused among them. It is humorous, and even ludicrous, at times and tragic at others, but it is what it is, and I post no apologies for any of it. This modest of works is the paltriest literary testing of Tennessee William's boasts that "Nothing human disgusts," all the while being a celebration of Walt Whitman's fanciful claims of "Being large enough to contain multitudes." Do you contain multitudes, dear hearts? Climb in, sit down, hold on and shut up