State-sponsored drugs in the megaton range. More rice pudding than I could shake a spork at. And a little padded terrarium of my very own.

If you'd told me yesterday that, come morning, I'd be hunted by the police, the mob, the supernatural (and a cat), I'd have laughed in your face. Granted, I'd have laughed in your face regardless (Clozapine gives me the giggles). Then I'd have gone looking for your flying DeLorean in the nuthouse parking lot.

An epic misadventure involving drugs, sorcery, cannibalism, love and other necessary evils.