'Joe had a drinking problem. The possible demise of his television talk show and the end of his career had tilted a very big bottle of Old Mystery into his guts. Now he was having trouble telling where the hallucinations ended and reality began. Had the mysterious young man with the cat -- whom nobody else could see -- really granted him a magical wish for fame and fortune? Were the sex-obsessed cultists he was investigating on the show really bringing on the End of the World? Where did the sentient cream-filled pastries come from? Who was the Most Disgusting Rock Star Ever? And, more importantly, would Joe ever get his new girlfriend, the Goddess, into bed?'