His name is Jack. He is certainly a lucky guy: his wife is a prostitute, his best friend is a complete heroin addict. And Jack himself has more substances running through his veins than blood, and from month to month debts for his rented apartment trail behind him. However, what else can you expect from an employee at a donut shop, a “gigolo” who daily drools over a TV show about the lives of stars. He knows everything about the children of Hollywood: who earned how much, who married whom, who fought with whom during the ceremony.

Envy burns through Jack’s insides worse than bleach; he always dreamed of becoming part of the star world. And soon he will be able to touch its gates, their shiny handles.

But it was not to be.

The slut wife was killed, someone released her entrails, he came in her abdominal cavity and threw the corpse into a ditch. A cop named Ryan was on his tail, he was also a sadist, a blackmailer and a generally shady guy. Isn't that a bitch?

An Odyssey full of sex, drugs, bloody murders and shocking discoveries is just beginning.

The perfect start to a novel by a classic of modern counterculture, isn't it?