"This isn't good. Judging by how wet my hands were. They were dripping with blood and it wasn't my own." These are the first words of the Journal of Javier Borrez. A sophisticated but outcast teenager with a penchant for mischief. What he wants in life is the very thing he lacks—control, power over his destiny. Disaffected by incessant feelings of utter powerlessness—as if by some revolutionary instinct—ponders the most radical of options. To run away to South America. There, he will take the ancient psychedelic drug called Ayahuasca, and perhaps conquer his mind. Overcoming cops, gangs seeking his organs, and guerrillas requires more than heart. He'll have to become his own hero, because he is his own worst enemy.
