When he wakes up naked by the side of the highway in the middle of the desert, twenty-two-year-old Bailey Quinn is only sure of a few things: He's in a world of testicle pain. He's tripping out of his head on peyote. And someone seems to have made a half-assed attempt at slashing his throat. As Bailey hits the road to track down his "friends" in Matthew Carnahan's short novel, a black-edged, hilarious caper unfolds.