There wasn't a kid in America who didn't know who Drake Kirkland was...40 years ago, that is. Thursday nights, right after Dance Fever and before TJ Hooker, the shaggy haired actor--superhero tights and all--was beamed into every living room in America. Now Drake's just another drunken mess signing autographs somewhere in the back, back, back room of Comicon. So when his car gets repo-ed and his long-suffering agent dies, he realizes it's time to...