Max Skerrett has a drumbeat in his head that's driving him to chase his obsession: He's the missing Beatle and the world's got to find out. His girlfriend says he's wasting his time, his friends think he hasn't got a chance in the big bad world, and his anger burns double since he dumped his last pack of Camels and the sweet nicotine buzz that kept him sane. There's not one piece of his life Max won't throw down the gutter because the skull-pounding won't stop. To him, its 1977 all over again and The Clash's still roaring out that they wanna riot.
