Publisher's Synopsis
I think there must be a flaw in the genetic make up of most males. We almost have an instinctive desire to self-destruct. A lot of it is due to peer pressure which is second only to divine power as a source of making unexplainable things happen in the universe. Guys have this deranged notion that if they stick their tongue to the frozen stop sign or if the chug chocolate milk until they throw up or if they see who can hold a mouthful of Tabasco sauce the longest before spewing, then that determines who's the real man among us. I know it's dysfunctional, but it's the rites of passage. Traditions that have been passed down through the ages from summer camp to summer camp while sitting around the campfire to see who can make his tennis shoe smolder before pulling his foot out. And peer pressure is the gust that fans the flames. It's even worse if the peer pressure is coming from Billy Murdock.
