Henry is a broken man drowning in booze and self-loathing, living his marginal existence at the edge of a society he denies, in which he cannot fit and to which he refuses to adjust. His days run smooth like a shot of the good one, careless of time passing by. His only true passion, the only thing that keeps him alive, is writing. Writing about that apparently worthless life of his - about those neighborhood, as worn-out and miserable as his soul is - For some reason, by jotting down ink on paper he can somehow find the will to carry on... while he helps himself to one more glass. Regardless what it looks like, Henry proves to be a deep and bright thinker whose mind unfortunately begins to waiver while the thought of suicide grows stronger and stronger in his head. An unexpected encounter with a woman is going to change dramatically both their destinies.