Alan LaRue was a devoted reader of the Ken Socrates World News Organization when he was young. Like any fan, he read all the articles and books, he knew and adored the Gonzo journalism, the crazy adventures and the wild personalities. He was especially enamoured with Ken himself, the wildest and most Gonzo of them all. He had even written and sent in few fan letters full of glowing praise and insight only a truly dedicated follower would appreciate. The letters included his return address, and a joking offer of drinks on him, someday, should Ken ever find his way to Alan's neck of the woods. Then, after the sad collapse of the KSWNO, after its founder being missing, assumed dead for years, Ken showed up at Alan's door, looking for those drinks, and his quiet life as a librarian and amateur pie baker was turned on its doughy little head. Humanity itself was under dire, imminent threat and, according to Ken, only they could save it. Was this the start of a brand-new adventure where Alan would finally get his chance to be part of The Story? Or was this all just some farcical attempted reenactment of glorious times gone by, just a shadow of a distant past best left forgotten and undisturbed. Or maybe, just maybe, it was something else. Two aging men, supposedly past their prime, standing up to the real shadow looming in front of them. And refusing to lie down before it. Join Ken Socrates, Alan "Crash" LaRue and a cast of weird friends and warped enemies, as they romp from New Hampshire to Scotland to Mongolia in their furious, demented quest to keep the Haunted Black Lighter from falling into the wrong hands and starting a blaze that could plunge the entire planet into a harrowing and hellish apocalypse only they can prevent (supposedly). Is it a comedy? Is it a dramatic warning tale for all concerned citizens of the planet? Or is it a pile of rambling, self-indulgent nonsense that will make you feel dirty after you read it? Or all of the above. One thing is certain. You can't afford to NOT read it at this point. "Buy the ticket, take the ride..." - HST