A prototypical new age guru, a fraud, or a god. An inscrutable bombshell in gold. A near death experience in an AMC Gremlin. Another on bad drugs. Eventually, even an epitaph.The record biz, book biz, oil biz and other bizarre jobs -- a square peg in the round hole of the maelstrom, the elusive toehold peace might be.Grand Theft Christmas pudding and an ex who takes everything -- even the kitchen sink. Zero, less than zero, in Vancouver, Calgary, Toronto, Cleveland and Buffalo.The Truth is the story of an uneasy détente, the persistence of one man's awkward rapport with fate. It's about giving up on the idea of trying to resolve your problems. About laughing at them because they're going to be funny to someone, someday, anyway. About finding the thread that connects everything and pulling it, once and for all. About when savouring the truth, as unpleasant as it may be, is the only thing that gets you through the night. Maybe. Or, maybe not.The Truth is the kind of fiction that's so strange it could be somebody's biography: it hurts, haunts, and laughs its ass off, and who knows, it just might even be true.