Johnny Devine wakes with a hangover. Again.
His ambitions to write a novel are deflating. Again.
The epic eighteenth century seafaring tale he has started feels as flaccid as his motivation to write it. His work ethic is as absent as the girlfriend that just left him. His throat is parched and his prospects are dimming by the day. By the hour.
When Johnny is dragged along to a costume party he surrenders himself to the heady mix of procrastination and debauchery.
Until he finds more.
