Storyline
William Lee’s life in Mexico City is basically a haze of loneliness, heroin, and fleeting interactions with other American expats who drift through his orbit. The guy’s pretty much a ghost, floating through cheap apartments and dingy bars, avoiding real connections like they’re poison. Then along comes Eugene Allerton—ex-soldier, kind of a mess himself, but at least someone who seems open to something more than just small talk and shared addictions. Lee latches onto the hope that maybe, just maybe, he can actually connect with another human being. But it’s not exactly smooth sailing; both men have their own baggage, and the city isn’t exactly a nurturing environment. The story swerves between grimy reality and a kind of desperate hope, with Lee’s addiction always lurking in the background like a bad punchline. It’s that weird tension—yearning for intimacy but always falling short—that gives the whole thing its bite. And yeah, the expat life? Not all sunshine and tequila shots, more like existential hangovers and missed chances.
