Banana Spanish-Italian Techno Party

When things turn to shit, there's solace in friends and a drink. Except when your friends are bringing you down. And you're suffering from a deeply-seated case of Catholic guilt that's got you testing the fires of hell against your palm with church candles. And Vietnam has cracked up everything. And your reckless friend is a fuckwad who owes money to everyone but would rather blow up mail boxes than dig for loose change. And the girl you're actually seeing has epilepsy. And also happens to be the fuckwad's cousin. And hey, where's that drink? Your name is Charlie, and you're trying to get so drunk that you can't feel anything. Masu & Kat are waiting for you. We're all sinners here, there, and everywhere.