It is Tet, the lunar new year in Vietnam. An American tourist is unraveling on the gutter’s edge. He plunges beer-bloated hands deep into tight blue-jean pockets. It is a futile attempt to anchor himself to something more tangible than his run-afoul luck.
North Pole, Alaska, is a one-trick pony and don’t let the chamber of commerce convince you otherwise. Beyond those plastic elves and giant Santas, there is Mrs. Robinson, an unassuming mobile dive bar.
Skinny Dick’s Halfway Inn is a mythical stopping point for wayward travelers journeying into the hinterlands of Alaska. The VanDango-Neverman Expedition makes a visit and finds more than they’re willing to bargain for.
This is a story no different from any other Halloween, except this is the night Wara met Vic and Vic met the MoHo, all while Isy embraced his mortality behind Big Buck Hunter. Welcome to Halloween on Morrison Street.
The best known cities on the international traveling circuit are best known for a reason. In this Old Vallarta dive bar Issy and Marlon get more then they bargained for. Made worse by the fact they didn’t know they were supposed to be bargaining.