Drink and smoke...that's what Techno Stypes really likes to do, along with fighting. But he was in no condition to fight. He was sick, seriously sick. The illness had worn him down to a mere shadow of his former self. He was disabled from a car accident at 17, but that's not how he lost his big toe. He lost that in a motorcycle accident—yeah, he was broken, all right. What the hell was he even fighting for anymore, and why was he still in China? His father gave me two clear instructions: 1. Get Techno to stop drinking long enough to receive a liver transplant, and 2. Bring him back home to Vancouver. This wasn't going to be easy.