More daring than Nakita Kruschev jumping into a bathtub without protective head gear, Cary Silberman takes some inaccurate shots at imaginary characters and negligently sends the reader on a twisty ride up and down the remot outskirts of Yahupitsville. This compendium of weird stories, courageous, yet socially irrelevant plays and a few insights into Silberman's confused psyche should make for a few laughs. Or maybe not. Look, humor is subjective, okay.