Imagine a Hunter S. Thompson assignment rerouted to Seinfeld's George Costanza.

In "Fear and Loafing," I try out all sorts of crazy jobs and lifestyles in my crazy adopted hometown of Las Vegas.

What I've discovered is that I pretty much suck at everything other than writing -- although many would argue my point. (They think I suck at writing, too.)

In the process, I also tackle my deepest personal fears (death, pain,  failure,  public humiliation). 

That's not because I'm brave, however. It's because, in real life, I'm not man enough to do anything remotely uncomfortable. And I'm too cheap to spring for therapy.