Becky got raped. Her husband Monty has the "lack of balls blues." Bad dude Brian blames Becky for the death of his closest friend. When Becky and Monty drive north from Galveston into the piney woods of East Texas, and hole up in a cabin to recover, Brian and his compadres make a date for revenge. Then the God of the Razor shows up. A brilliant, hypercharged horror novel with sex, violence, a black '66 Chevy and a plastic Jesus with a lightbulb inside.