At the beginning of Kinky Friedman's newest book, the narrator, Walter Snow, is still suffering from writer's block years after his semisuccessful first and only novel. He leads a dull and frustrating life despite six and a half years of what he miscalls sobriety, reinforced by his attendance at Alcoholics Anonymous meetings. Monastic he isn't, imbibing coffee, inhaling cigarettes, losing bouts with his toaster, and sexually relieving himself single-handedly. He is by chance delivered from his doldrums by two mysterious muses, a woman called Clyde and a man called Fox. Walter credits them with "knocking [him] off the wagon forever."