Iconoclastic Sax player and freelance writer Winston MacDaniel's Friday evening begins much like any other. He's almost behind in his rent, but he still has a week's worth of time before he absolutely has to carve out that pound of flesh. As he contemplates an upcoming evening of mirth and libation with his friend Lesniak, he also looks forward to nailing an episode of an upcoming sci-fi series about a starship that has to tow a cargo the size of a tuna can that also has the mass of the moon.
This Friday will be different. By virtue of a particularly powerful form of cocaine, he is hurtled into the utterly alien landscape of instant celebrity coupled with an uneasy knowledge of impending, but certain, doom.
He has found himself in a confluence where fact, reality, love, power, and truth form whirlpools. A place where flesh and fiction become one.