One of the least appealing narrator-heroes in recent memory, Arthur Lavien, Jr., returns from three years of ""looking for America"" and hikes over to his rich-lawyer father's United Nations Plaza digs for clean socks and a gun (suicide time) and a car. ""If I die, who will care?"" But, while driving north to Hartford (where he supposedly adolesced), he spots ex-girlfriend Claire's Volvo and is soon scuffling with a knife-wielder and taking possession of two packages--full of Amytal and morphine. As you might expect, various pushers start tailing him around Manhattan and making gun-type threats, but Arthur--idiotically convinced that his father's some sort of dealer and that he's been appointed to expose him--holds onto the stuff until he has managed to put a lot of folks in danger, like Claire, and Claire's new doctor-boyfriend (Arthur calls him ""Wimpy""), and Arthur's father. By the time that this jerk has followed his nose to the real amateur dealer (Claire's doc pop), he's presumably straightened himself out and you're presumably still with him--one's as likely as the other.