Without a job, Tim has decided to spend his afternoon at O'Flaherty's, which is quiet and filled with desperate alcoholics. And when Tim, Rodney and Stu try to compare their problems with those of the drunken daytime regulars, they don't even come close: One man is losing his jawbone to cancer. Tim steps outside and ends up talking with a crazy novelist who looks more like a homeless vet. Tim decides to follow his own dream to become a writer, and goes straight home to share his plan with Amy, who's surprisingly supportive. Tim returns to the bar the next day to talk with his new mentor again, but the man dies facedown in a plate of nachos. As it turns out, the writer, Norman Walker, was famous and Tim had no clue. O'Flaherty's immediately starts cashing in on the author's demise, selling death-themed dishes and bragging to literary nerds about Tim's "relationship" with Walker. The story of Tim's tutelage under him actually reaches the man's publisher, and they want Tim to co-author his last book. They assign him a ghost writer, who could care less about the book and just wants to get paid, so Tim decides to write it himself. This makes Amy very proud ... until she reads the drivel he's produced.