Deadëye didn't plan to become a household name. Because plans are for dumbfucks. Plans are no fun. And plans never work out, anyway. The rock 'n' roll journey Deadëye planned would have worked out just fine-selling drugs to hookers and strippers on tour is a foolproof business plan-however, the world had other plans for Deadëye. When Deadëye met the woman of his dreams in a Montreal biker bar, the dark side of the moon appeared in the Canadian sky for the very first time. It's a good thing boat guy Captain Doc arrived just in time for the Cambodian assassin to feed Deadëye's drummer to the sharks. How the tree kangaroos fought off the pod of orcas is a mystery scientists at the Hadron Collider might solve one day. For now, let's just say, alligators and LSD might be the greatest way to start a party since Howard Hughes died. About Black Patrick: Stranger things have happened. Maybe. Who knew Black Patrick would conquer his fears and emerge as America's number-one romance novelist? Your Mom, that's who.