David Preston is the Dope Priest and he has a headache. If you have smuggled drugs out of war zones, you are hot going to worry about a sport of illegal land trading between the Palestinias and Israelis. But David never planned on amorous nuns, kosher egg racketeers and the full might of the Israeli secret housing service. Even now, he feels he could hope. If only he could win the heart of the local drive-time DJ, or at least find something decent to smoke.