Jess is sardonic, sharp-tongued, perpetually hungover-and over it. A long-time small-time drug dealer with a vocabulary as lethal as his pills, Jess has decided this is it: one last deal, and he's out. But nothing about his "retirement plan" goes smoothly. Over the course of one chaotic day, everything that could go wrong does. The buyer's late. The supplier's paranoid. His phone won't stop ringing. His ex shows up with a grudge. And someone might be trying to kill him-or maybe he's just too high to tell the difference. As Jess spirals through a drug-fueled urban foolscap filled with burnt bridges and bad karma, he's forced to face the one thing he's been running from: himself. It's not the drugs that'll kill you-it's the people. And the hangovers. And the existential dread.
—Manos Crystalis