The Sum Of All Things: An Irreverent Ghost Story

Good gravy! Not only is washed-up minor league phenom Elmer Mulroy out in the very worst way hes still breezing around the same old no-tell. The one a way out where the high desert takes over and even Vegass blazing outskirts fade to black. The one where not even a naked showgirl and a pile of blow can kill the bitter taste of a shipwrecked dream. And were not talking to a degree; no were talking every last staggering iota of him. As any sensible dust-to-duster might say talk about going from bad to worse! Why its gotten so a guy cant depend on anything anymore resting in peace included. Theres only one way to sort it all out now though: nothing less than a pell-mell odyssey through a pretty darned checkered career if not human history itself. And thats without even mentioning all the real deadbeats a pretty irked spook is all but bound to bump into when it comes to slipping his titanic tootsies back into the old snowshoes and embarking on anything that drastic.