IT ONLY MAKES SENSE TO ME — James Trivers

A twelve-year-old boy sees a UFO in a neighbour's suburban backyard during the early Sixties. He then decides to devote his life to his vision. By the mid-Seventies, he is a published and somewhat stoned-out science fiction writer. Slowly, but, surely his fiction, his reality and his sexuality merge into one ongoing hallucination of self as he descends into the gritty mind-set of a crack addict.