Bill Walker was a loner. He grew up on the streets from the age of seventeen. A quarter of a century later, we find Bill is a free-lance writer with a flair and attitude for feature writing. He is egotistical and arrogant and does not know the damage he does to others with his attitude.
He is trying to write an article on canoe safety for city punks incarcerated and about to be released, but goes to sleep in the canoe as it drifts down the river into a cluster of incredible circumstances that endanger and cripple the man who thought he was super-human.
Bill Walker finds that he sometimes does need friends and doctors even though he is a practicing herbologist. He finds that doctors are smarter than he is and the agony of therapy and psychoanalysis might help him and might not.
Sometimes it is the things we curse most that are the answers to our plights in life!