Jake believes he is absolutely ordinary . . . But what if he isn't?
Jake is absolutely, completely ordinary, even if he has a weird painting affliction. Painting is relaxing, right? It helps. It's a form of art therapy. Even if his painting is the subconscious kind. The middle-of-the-night, paint-while-you-sleep kind. The kind that makes him puke every single time it happens.
Okay. So, maybe that's not exactly normal.
But when a sexy but presumably imaginary guy with horns, who Jake's strange painterly alter-ego has been fixated on for the last year, suddenly shows up in town with horns and all, Jake doesn't know what to think. Especially when the not-so-imaginary guy claims he's a demon and that Jake's an oracle, of all things. That's when Jake begins to suspect his life is never going to be the same again.