For over seven years, William Burrill has been baring his soul (and any other damn thing he wants) in his 'Naked Eye' column in Toronto's 'eye Weekly'. It has been a rocky road, seeing the world through Bill's bloodshot eyes. The bumpy night usually starts in the late afternoon in some bar and ends -- well, who can remember? Now in this book, Burrill finally has chance to remember in this collection of very personal rants, ruminations and observations. Burrill's been everywhere, from Las Vegas (where he lost it at the casino) to Mexico (where he was simply lost for a while) and lived to tell at least some of his adventures along the way. Without fear, but often with a fair amount of loathing, he takes on the latest government policies (he has run for mayor of Toronto three times), life as a private Fairy Tale Detective (Humpty didn't fall, he was pushed), and religions both organised (If Jesus played Caesar's Palace) and disorganised (How to be a Zen Stooge-Master). He is staring back at Death (actually it was a killer migraine), followed Hemingway's trail to Cuba, and made thousands of readers laugh (or become really pissed off). Bill Burrill is funny, irreverent, charismatic and insightful. He is also dangerous, not only to himself, but also to those around him. BEWARE.