The Evil Men's Book Club

It’s November 1998. The beginnings of Y2K paranoia have gripped the nation, and uprisings long-thought dead in South America threaten to spill over into the United States . . .

But these concerns don’t phase the members of the Evil Men’s Book Club, an off-color fellowship formed by buddies Trevor Pug and Loo Spicotti. The rules are simple: select an “evil” book and convene at a bar. That’s it. Reading is optional—drinking beer is not.

It’s Saturday night and Trevor’s troupe of lightweight literati have again gathered at their favorite Silver Spring watering hole to sling insults and make puns. While dissecting this month’s dark reading selection, seven friends are accosted by a desperate vagrant the locals know as Prophet. When the knuckleheads rebuke the man for panhandling, Prophet curses them:

You’re gonna get arrested . . . lose your jobs . . .
your women are gonna go bad . . . then you’re gonna die!

It is the homeless man himself who is found dead the next day—a tragic happenstance, surely, but is there more? One by one, the club members find out as their lives begin “going south.” It starts with an accident, alcoholism, and a funeral. Unseemly dreams begin and soon after careers are ruined, friendships severed, and secrets exposed.

Then the untimely deaths start.

Behind it all is a crazy mix of bikers, guerilla warfare, old money, gunrunning, extortion, cultism, kidnapping, PTSD—even St. Nick!
Curious? Come to a meeting to find out more.