Enter the mind of Julius Sparks, a twenty-something X-Generation misfit whose hedonistic era both affords him an identity and yet fills him with a longing to escape. Judge him not by his mundane jobs—for he never holds them long. Instead, understand him by his unrequited ambitions and longings that are as ephemeral as the era passing him by. As the 1980s give way to the 1990s things are changing, and yet Julius cannot seem to find himself. He moves into an outrageous party house known as “the Colosseum”, where the inhabitants are equally dysfunctional, and nothing matters more than the evening when all traces of mediocrity are left at the office and a subculture emerges to defy its given roles in life. I, Snorticus is a tale from a bygone era and a generation that never took itself too seriously. Burning through jobs, money and drugs, and always searching for an elusive feeling. This is a hilarious post-modern tale of loss and redemption but not in a serious way. Step back in time before political correctness and the fun police ruined everything.