We meet Nick Roark at a court-ordered meeting for substance abusers. His body language SCREAMS that he does not want to be there. He sips
on a soda bottle spiked with hard liquor as he counts down the minutes until he can get completely lit at the local pub.
The proctors at the meetings never check
his breath too hard. His mother threatens to charge him rent but she
never follows through. A glitch or a mishap at the head office have
caused his unemployment checks to go on far longer than they were
supposed to. Despite the occasional court-appearance from his drunk driving
accident, he leads an incredibly comfortable, low-stakes life.
But that all comes to a CATASTROPHIC end, TONIGHT...
Welcome to FISTICUFFS.
Profane. Profound. Fans of Preacher and The
Boys will gush over this book.
