What happens when a man in his prime, at the barrel-chested height of his powers, turns his back on the Faustian bargain he has foresworn and walks away? Attempts to slip Mephistopheles' noose, slackens his grip on sex, power, money, and embarks upon a solitary expedition across the Sahara of his own soul? He ends up just outside of Delancey sporting a plump tab at Wild Common Wines and a hundredweight of Kleenex. Ladies and Gentleman, Derek Curl. Filmmaker, powerbroker, raconteur, Wayside habitué and self-confessed recovering Monster. The sort of man you'd expect to greet you on his porch in a paisley dressing gown, waving a bottle of Chivas with a pistol down his y-fronts. Will he escape himself? Will he acquiesce to destiny? Pull over at the Tickler, the only gas station for a hundred miles around, where the nachos are salty and the pumps primed for a gravelly highball of baritone Southern Gothic.

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