It is a story, I suppose, about nothing. Though that might be an exaggeration. It concerns the life of a man utterly unfit for recruitment into a covert Government agency, who finds himself unwittingly recruited to one anyway. What starts as a thrilling adventure soon spirals out of control. It's not long before our hero is on the run with a band of misfits, hightailing it across state, pursued by ruthless inadequacies, neurotic self-loathing and a hitman with a 9mm handgun. Soon forces beyond our hero's control will carry him with unstoppable momentum towards Asylum, an enormous super club built in the remains of an old slaughterhouse in the middle of the desert. With three floors of dancing, drinking and irreverence Asylum seems to represent the Holy Grail for disillusioned youth, but it will also act as the final resting place of trickery and deceit, a place where truth begins to break through the thick, black barricade of insanity and shine light on the depressing realities within.