What do you do when you’re dying? You’ve tried every conceivable trial and crank cure and travelled the world to do it. You’ve blown all your savings, all to no avail. The wife you love faces a future without you and no money. If you’re a man of action, you seize any opportunity, however insane, to safeguard your wife and to take your mind off things. So when John read the crazy advertisement in the paper:
“EXPERT BODYGUARD REQUIRED. HIGH POSSIBILITY OF DEATH. LEAVE FOR FOREIGN PARTS WITHIN THE WEEK. THREE MONTHS OR LESS, DEPENDENT ON ABILITY TO SURVIVE. £75,000.”
he, of course, applied. And when he met the gun toting lunatic who placed the advertisement, naturally he accepted the job. It was a lot of cash. His life was over anyway. How could he know it was also about to explode into a new beginning? A beginning filled with dense reality, sexuality and violence of dreams and nightmares.
NOT SUITABLE for readers under the age of 18.